two weeks

Restless

tw: nightmares, drugs, drug abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, peer pressure, passing out, seizures

Wilbur was slowly backing up, in that small alley. He grinned nervously. "I really wouldn't be comfortable with-" Schlatt sighed. "Wil man, I thought we were friends. Do you not trust a friend? Q did it, and he's fine. Just try it out!" The other boy stumbled against a wall and threw a thumbs up. Wilbur's eyes darted, looking for a way out. "I really think I should get home-" He began, Schlatt scoffed, "We're 16. Live a little, pussy." 'Q' cheered and agreed. Wilbur subtly shook his head, "I need to get home. You know what Phil is like..." Schlatt rolled his eyes, "Just fucking have some, everyone does in the end." Wilbur began to panic and stutter. "N-no. Really. You keep it." Wilbur strained a smile. Schlatt grabbed Wilbur's arm. "I insist." Schlatt said coldly. "N-no!" Wilbur screamed as a syringe was roughly stuck into his arm. He collapsed onto the floor as he heard Schlatt laugh into a cough.

Wilbur woke up shaking uncontrollably, and breathing heavily. He must have repressed that awful memory. He tried to calm down after that horrible nightmare, he felt sick. He vaguely remembered Schlatt, but who was Q? That was a dark period of Wilbur's life that he wished to forget. He just hoped Schlatt was clean now, and Q. Wherever he was. Wilbur checked the clock next to his hospital bed, only 4am? He sighed. He took out his phone to see Tommy's status show as online.

Funny writer man: Why are you up this late..? or early I guess.

Gremlin child: Can't sleep, you?

Funny writer man: Remembered some fucked up shit I had repressed. I'm pretty freaked out.

Gremlin child: Oh. Are you okay?

Funny writer man: I don't know.

Gremlin child: Sleep more

Funny writer man: You too, Toms.

Wilbur put his phone down, realizing how thirsty he was. He pressed the button and a tired, but kind looking nurse came in. "Hi, sorry to bother." Wilbur said quietly. "But could I have some water?" The nurse smiled kindly, "Of course, hon. I'll be back." Wilbur smiled gratefully at her as she left the room.

Wilbur hears his phone ringing, everything is fuzzy. He feels himself being kicked. "Wilbur, your phone is ringing. Try to sound normal." Wilbur drowsily picked up the phone. Dad. He answered the phone, "Da-"

"Wilbur? Are you okay? Where are you? Why aren't you home? Are you safe? Are you-" Wilbur froze, expecting Phil to shout. "Is that Schlatt in the background?" Schlatt froze in fear and shook his head. Wilbur, still drowsy, sick and confused, just told Phil what he saw. "I'm sitting down next to him and Q now, he gave me something. I don't feel great." Wilbur heard a single breath, and knew it wouldn't end well. "WHAT? WILBUR. YOU KNOW TH-" Phil's worried tone was interrupted by a piercing scream through the phone. "Wilbur? WILBUR?" Phil screamed through the phone as it was dropped. He heard someone laughing. "Woah. He's fuckin flopping!" Panic rushed through Phil's veins, "Shit! WIL-

...bur? Everything okay?" The nurse looked at him with a worried expression. "Shit...sorry." Wilbur mumbled, taking the water. "Thanks." The nurse pursed her lips, "Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to get Puffy?" Wilbur shook his head and forced a smile. "I'm fine, really." The nurse looked conflicted, but left.

Wilbur waited for her to leave, and bursted into tears. All of this forgotten trauma being dumped onto him in one night. It was too much to handle. Wilbur wondered how he had ever become friends with someone like that. And who was Q?

Wilbur sighed as he felt that familiar heaviness in his eyelids and decided to try and get some sleep, even if nightmares came with it. Just as he began to doze off, he swore he saw a crow on the windowsill, staring.

Wilbur sat in the hospital bed, hating himself. Already in hospital for an overdose before he could legally drive. Phil told him it wasn't his fault, he tried his best. But he was weak. He could have run away, or punched them. Or... something. He cried for hours, with Phil by his side the whole time. Wilbur heard a small knock on his hospital door. "Niki said she was going to visit." Phil said quietly. Wilbur's face paled, he wasn't sure he was ready. Niki let herself into the small hospital room and burst into tears. "Oh Wil! I told you not to talk to Schlatt! I told you!" She cried while hugging him tight. Wilbur sobbed into her shoulder. "I know, I'm an idiot." Niki flinched at Wilbur's self hatred, "Hey, only I get to call you an idiot, okay?" Wilbur laughed quietly and Niki rubbed tears from her face. "Don't scare me like that ever again!" She ordered. Wilbur bit his tongue, "I just- I really thought he had changed." Niki sighed, "Schlatt will never change, and neither will Q." Wilbur's lip trembled, "Thanks for being here, Niki."

Wilbur woke up, feeling more tired than before. He decided to just stay awake. He looked towards the window, which was open and had an annoying draft coming through it. Wilbur approached it to close the window and a crow flew onto his hand. It looked at him with glowing, purple, intelligent eyes. It tilted it's head at Wilbur, as Wilbur simply watched. It did a small tappy dance and flew off once again. "Mum." Wilbur mumbled quietly, leaving the window open for her to come back.

Phil was woken up at about 5.30am by a light tapping on his window. He sighed and opened it, a small crow flew in and began to change form in front of him. After about a minute, a purple, ghostly woman was floating before him. "Hi Kristin." He smiled warmly. She smiled back, but frowned slightly. " Wil is not doing too great. The nurse injected him with something and he remembered his trauma with Schlatt." Phil sighed sadly, "I was hoping he wouldn't remember that." Kristin nodded quietly. " He's very restless. I tried to ease his spirit, but he just wouldn't stay asleep." Phil laughed quietly. "That's just Wilbur being stubborn." Kristin giggled back and it reverberated throughout the room. "I wish I could be alive again. But I have a job to do." She smiled sadly.

Wilbur didn't know it, but he had fallen asleep with a small purple heart imprinted into his cheek.