The Dream House Part Forty Three
TW: Mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts.
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Wilbur's POV
It's now almost 7pm and I've been avoiding going downstairs because of Tommy. I didn't want to shout at him but a part of me wants to and it's confusing. I just had so many things on my mind. Niki's been in my room a while, she feels better but she still wanted to stay with me.
A while later, Puffy announced that she bought food and to come downstairs so Niki and I did. Many of the others were in the living room. Tommy was in the kitchen, taking a burger. I walked in there to do the same thing.
"Hey, Wilbur." Tommy mumbled.
"What do you want, idiot?" I asked.
"Nothing, I just said hi." He stated.
"That rhymes with lie. Which you do often." I uttered, that made no sense yet I said it anyway.
"What are you talking about?" Tommy questioned.
"You're so dumb." I whispered.
"Why are you mad at me? I should be the one that's mad at you!" He shouted.
"It was your choice to run out the house and I didn't confirm about going to the park so it's not my fault."
"I didn't run out nor did I say it was your fault."
"Yeah, well it sounded like you pinned the blame on me."
"You really got the balls to accuse me like that."
"Tommy, you- You're such a baby, Tommy. Like seriously one little problem and you go crying about it."
"I AM NOT A FUCKING BABY. YOU'RE THE ONE WITH 'PROBLEMS' OKAY?"
"Guys, what's happening here?" Dream asked in the distance.
"SAYS THE FUCKING ADOPTED CHILD THAT CUTS HIMSELF LIKE PAPER EVERY FUCKING DAY-" I bawled, I'll regret saying that later but right now I don't.
"Wil!" Tubbo scolded.
"AND RAN AWAY FROM HIS OWN HOME. IF THAT'S NOT CALLED PROBLEMS THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS." I added, hearing Phil say something indistinct.
"Guys, break it up." Karl requested, footsteps approaching to where we were.
Tommy's eyes had obvious tears in them.
"Fuck you, Wilbur. I should've just killed myself and we wouldn't be having this conversation."
There goes him and his stupid ideas.
"STOP IT, YOU TWO." Puffy ordered, getting in the middle of the both of us before I fucking swing at him.
"Oh my- I can't deal with you. Cry to someone else because it fucking sucks to be your brother." I yelled, storming off to my room.
It worried me what he said in the end but I honestly don't care right now. Besides, Tommy's dumb but not that brainless to do something absurd like that.
My phone kept lighting up, I switched off the ringer after Niki came home. I opened my phone and clicked the notifications anyway.
Dadza :)
WILBUR
WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU
GET BACK HERE AND APOLOGIZE
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL HIM THOSE THINGS.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?
I didn't want to deal with this. I really could continue this fight. I could shout or cry my feeling out. Shout.
I just angrily and loudly screamed my heart out. A tear dropped after. I could just break a table in half right now.
As I hear someone calling my name and footsteps somewhat close by, it came to my realisation that everyone downstairs might've heard that.
The thing about this house is that the person you least expect would be the one that's there for you.
"Wilbur, are you okay? Why'd you just shout like that?" I heard a male voice, thick British accent and higher pitch.
George.
"Nothing, just had to get my feelings out. Sorry." I apologized, sighing.
"Can I come in?" George asked politely.
"Not right now, I want to be left alone." I rejected.
"No one wants to be left alone. I'll be outside your door, open it if you feel comfortable."
See if Tommy was like George, I wouldn't have yelled at him.
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