Wilbur Pov
i live with just my brother tommy. we live alone together because, our dad was never really there; our mom passed when we were young because of a lung disease.
at this point in the day id be out of school but I decided to explore nearby before i went home, tommy usually stayed at home and was safe alone, and I was comfortable leaving him at home by himself, I had guitar lessons after school so I had my guitar with me.
I found this field, and I was sat there for a bit admiring the sight of the greenery, trees, and little flowers near me. I picked a flower or two and put one in a book, and the other in my hair.
I'd been working on a song for a month now, it went a bit like this.
"I think this time I'm dying, I'm not melodramatic, I'm just pragmatic beyond any, reasoning for thinking I've got fuckin rabies or something" I sang.
I just hummed the rest as I had no idea what to say for the other lyrics, because I hadn't come up with any.
then someone came out of the trees, it was a short man, about 6'1 maybe, he walked up and sat by me.
He was holding what looked like a cigarette, and he blew a puff of smoke at me.
"Nice playing man" he said, he had, and accent and it sounded very, New York like possibly.
"Thanks, I guess" I say replying to the man.
"How old are you kid?" He asked looking at me whilst still smoking.
"I'm seventeen" I say back to the man.
"Ah well, you're not a kid at all. I'm 18" the man said back.
"Technically I am a kid still, I'm only 17, not an 18-year-old wanker like you." I replied with an eye roll towards the man.
"What even is your name old guy" I said with a chuckle.
"The names Johnathan, but you can call me Schlatt." the man replied taking another puff of his death stick (cigarette).
I looked at the man again, with a single thought in my mind, what the hell was this guy doing in this empty field, alone?
Unless he wasn't alone.
"what's your name kid?" he asked. looking at me whilst again, taking a puff of his cig and blowing it out
"My name is will; people like to call me Wilbur." I replied.
"Wilbur? what kind name is that?" he chuckled which ended up leading to him coughing aggressively.
he spat out a loogie which almost made me gag but I held back.
"What brings you to this random field anyway?" I asked.
"Well, I come here lot alone just because anytime I'm around groups of people I get mad at dumb shit, and then I get really aggressive, I actually went to jail when I was 16 for aggravated assault just because someone was giving me dirty looks and I wasn't having it, but someone i have no idea who bailed me out, and the bail was over 100 thousand so."
what the fuck, this guy is a whole fucking felon. Assault? at 16. He definitely has some anger problems that's for sure.
"Anyways, I have to get to my guitar practice, feel free to walk with if you like. I'm usually by myself.
Oh my god will you're so stupid, you're inviting a felon to literally walk alone, with you, in a field, where there is nobody else nearby.
"sure why not, ill follow along, see what this is all about" he said.
(wc: 584, another angst? 2 stories in one day? lets goo lets goooo)
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saline solution | Wilbur angst
ActionWilbur was just a kid, he lived with his brother, granted he never felt like he was enough, because everyone treated him as though he was trash, and worth nothing at all.
