Enter Title Here (a sleepy bois story)

Chapter 37

{graphic self harm, blood}

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Wilbur ran a hand through his hair and retreated back to his room. He looked over at his nightstand again. The drawer was still open, he had left in a rush to go get Tommy and Techno. He sat down on his bed and reached into the drawer. He slid it closed softly as he held the shiny tool of forbidden pleasure. He frowned as he stared at his phone. This morning it had declared Tommy's messages at this stage, interrupting his plans. He set the glass down and put his phone on do not disturb.

He picked up the glass again and smiled. The glass kissed his arm softly at first but the contact soon turned savage with every needy dash. He pulled the glass away and looked at the five new cuts trailing up his arm. Blood blinked from the wounds slowly at first but soon they cried dark red down his arm, threatening to drip onto the sheets and leave their accusing stains.
He quickly put the glass back in the nightstand and went to the bathroom to clean up. He put bandages over the small ones but the three biggest didn't fit under any of the bandaids he had so he just cleaned them up and made sure they weren't bleeding. The scabs looked like they might burst but they were staying closed long enough that Wilbur trusted they would remain that way for a while. After he was all patched up he went back to his room and put on a hoodie.

He went to the living room and turned on a show, something dumb that didn't require any thought. He didn't even notice when a sleepy Tommy came out of his room until Tommy lifted Wilbur's arm and fit himself right under it, curled against the green hoodie. Wilbur smiled at Tommy and returned his attention to the screen. Tommy fell asleep soundly not noticing the dark stain creeping into the warm knit of Wil's sweater.

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So that was triggering when I wrote it. Please don't hurt ur self. Also I'm working on the next chapter but it won't be ready for a bit.