Wilbur knew the world owed him nothing, but it had taken so much from him.
His stomach churns as he feels his eyelids getting heavy,
"are you getting tired?" The man, or rather his foster father that he didn't bother to memorise the name of, questions with a sickened grin on his face as Wilburs hands clench his own crimson liquid. Abuse wasn't new to him. People come & go, but they all make him bleed the same - mental wounds or physical, it really didn't matter.
His sight is blurry as he lays on the tiles on his side in a fetal position but through the hazy blurs he could make out the man walking away, the gentle sound of the door locking would have made Wilbur flinch but he didn't even have the energy to apply pressure to his open wound and instead - he let the blood spill over his hands.
Guilt is a funny thing, isn't it?
He couldn't tell if the blood was his - or his parents, he knew they were dead by now, alot of time had passed since he was that whiney toddler begging for them to stay. He could've been better, maybe if he was silent from the beginning they would have loved him more. Maybe he had nothing to feel guilty over, but a small part of him knew it was his fault they left to begin with, he would have to carry that weight on his shoulders forever.
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Silent Screams // WILBUR SOOT ANGST // SBI ADOPTION AU
Fanfiction"You never spoke much, I should've asked why." // What happens when Philza adopts a teen who doesn't speak while caring for 2 other boys - one who speaks too much and another who terrifies the new addition to the Watson family. TWS: ED // underage s...
