two weeks

Don't let them out

tw/cw: breakdowns, pushing, yelling, screaming, crying, violence

Wilbur sat silently, watching his leg bounce up and down involuntarily. He frowned. still weak. The voices taunted him, "Shut up." He muttered back. if you want to finish this, you can't be anxious. We don't have time for it. Wilbur stood up abruptly, frustrated. He went outside and ran a hand through his hair, Tommy walked out behind him. He looked nervous, a fake smile planted on his rosy cheeks. "Uh, hey Wil."

"Hello Tommy." Wilbur's cold voice sent shivers down Tommy's spine. He sighed.

"You- you doing okay?" Wilbur scoffed in response.

"Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"It's okay to not be... you know. Right in the head?" Wilbur turned his head towards Tommy, sneering. "Why wouldn't I be right in the head Tommy?" Tommy took a nervous step backwards, "That's not.." Wilbur stepped forward, eyes narrowed. "No, really. Continue, I'm intrigued." Tommy's eyes shifted from side to side. "I- It's just.." Wilbur took another step forward. "It's just that.." Wilbur pinched his brow. "Spit it out, stop fucking stuttering." Tommy's eyes widened and he stumbled backwards trying to escape the confrontation. "This isn't you. This isn't the caring older brother I know-" Wilbur pushed Tommy backwards and Tommy landed on the floor with a frightened yelp. "IF I'M STANDING BESIDE YOU, IT'S ME. IT WILL ALWAYS BE ME. I HAVEN'T CHANGED A BIT." Wilbur screamed at his brother. Tommy began to freeze up, panicking. Phil walked up to the door, a wet cloth in his hands. "Hey, what's the screaming abo- What the fuck? Wilbur what is this?" Wilbur turned to his father, a newfound glint in his eyes. Phil glared at his son, waiting for an explanation, but none came. Wilbur flashed a frightening smile and walked straight past Phil. In his shock, Phil grabbed Wilbur's arm. Wilbur turned slowly, a menacing smile still remaining on his face. "Phil, I would let me go, if I were you." Phil began to shout, "Wilbur! What in the shit is wrong with y-" Wilbur grabbed Phil's arm back, and began to twist it, tilting his head slightly and smiling as he did so. Phil yelled in pain and let go of Wilbur's arm. Wilbur bowed in thanks and walked calmly upstairs. Phil was left lost for words. "What the fuck happened to my son?"

Phil's attention was brought to Tommy, who was sobbing on the floor. He tried to soothe him, "Hey, Toms. It'll be okay. We'll figure it out, I promise." Tommy grabbed his neck and began to claw at it. Phil noticed this and gently took Tommy's hands and shook his head silently. Tommy continued to hic and sob quietly, still shook from what his brother did. "S-so loud." Phil's expression mixed between sympathy for Tommy and pure rage at Wilbur. "I know Toms, I know. Wilbur is just.." ..What was wrong with Wilbur? Tommy curled up, becoming more tired as he calmed down. Phil sighed quietly. "Toms, we're still outside. Do you want me to carry you in?" Tommy mumbled something unintelligible but it sounded like a yes. Phil carried him inside.

Wilbur went to bed after that fiasco. Why did everyone feel the need to interrupt his plans? If they left him alone, nothing would go wrong. Why couldn't they understand that? Tommy trying to intervene, Phil pretending to care. He couldn't take it. If things went right he wouldn't have to listen to them anymore. He wouldn't have to listen to anyone. He smiled bitterly, he thought about his past hopes and dreams, starting a business with Niki, getting Tommy justice, ...living. All overrated, none of them understood. Wilbur was in the right, was he not? 'Tommy was his angel.' He grinned, how could he have thought such a thing? Tommy, and everyone, only served to hinder progress. They tried to prevent his true calling. Old Wilbur was a fool, the voices made him better. "NO THEY DON'T!" Wilbur screamed, his eyes losing their glint for just a moment. His head jerked violently to the side and his eyes regained their menacing glow. The voices made him better. He was sure of it. He felt his eyes flutter and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

Wilbur screamed, and struggled. He screamed until his lungs felt as if they would fall out. What an awful predicament, being trapped in your own mind. It started in the hospital, when he was sitting next to that woman. Her eyes, they looked like his. They had that evil glint. The voices had slowly been planting themselves in his mind since that day, now they had completely taken over his conscience. Wilbur couldn't even control himself anymore. He just had to watch on in horror as he did those horrible things to his family. He had to break out somehow. He had a burning feeling that it had something to do with that girl.

Wilbur woke up with a scream. He let out a small gasp. This was..him! No voices, he had control. He felt the voices screaming in his mind, they would take back control soon. Wilbur sprinted down the corridor into Phil's room. Phil woke up in a daze. "Wilbur?"

"DAD! Dad, dad. You need to listen, there's something happening to me. I need help, please help me. There's voices, they're taking me- DAD!-" Wilbur's head jerked to the side as he let out a pained scream. His eyes once again regained their glint. "Wilbur, what? Are you okay?" Wilbur smiled idly, "Nevermind. Goodnight Phil." Phil stumbled over his words for a moment, "Wuh- What? W- Wilbur?" 'Wilbur' smiled. "Ignore him- I mean, me. Ignore me." Phil opened his mouth to speak but Wilbur's head once again jerked to the side. Wilbur met eyes with him, looking much more exhausted and desperate. "..Dad, plea-" Another head jerk. "Nevermind." Phil walked over to his son, worried. "Wilbur? What's happening?" His son smiled, "Don't worry about me Phil. Trust me. You trust your son, don't you?" Phil bit his lip. He grabbed Wilbur's shoulders. "Wil, your eyes.." They looked... wrong. Wilbut stepped back, "My eyes are fine." He snapped. Head jerk. "DAD." Wilbur fell onto his knees. "I'm so tired. I can't keep doing this. Please help me." Phil knelt down beside his son, "Stay with me, what's happening?" A vein bulged out of Wilbur's forehead as he struggled to stay present. "Voices Dad, they're taking me. I can't control myself. It's doing something bad, so bad. You need to-" Wilbur blacked out. Phil tried to wake him up, "Wilbur?" Wilbur mumbled in his sleep. "D-don't let them out.. DON'T." Phil's face went slightly pale. What was happening? Phil locked the door of his bedroom. Wilbur said not to leave them out. He stared wearily at his son, or whatever that was. Something was seriously wrong, and Phil would find out.