Silent Screams // WILBUR SOOT ANGST // SBI ADOPTION AU

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TWS: ed

His stomach begged for something, he ignored it, he was fine. Rose had proved that. Maybe Phil was just lying, he thought as he stood from his bed and steadied himself when black dots swam around.

He was fine, he reminded himself, it was all fine.

His eyes trailed to the window, watching as a plane quietly crossed the sky with blinking lights. He felt envious of the people inside it, they were free from their problems - they were able to relax and simply leave it all behind, even just for a few days. He couldn't escape his age, he couldn't escape the withdrawals he was forcing away until it got so bad that he had to force himself to sleep, he couldn't escape the hunger, he couldn't escape the fact he learnt what consent wasn't before he learnt what it was.

The sound of the front door clicking open echoed through the house aswell as gentle footsteps, Wilbur rubbed his eyes... how long had he been stood there? Not long, it was still light outside and the sun had barely even moved. Rose wouldn't be back this early and Liam wasn't supposed to get back until Wednesday for a 'work trip' that the teenager was pretty sure didn't exist, a chill ran down his spine as he tried to think of who else would have a key. Eret? To his knowledge she didn't have a key but it might be a possibility.

Actually at this point anything was a possibility he thought, he didn't know anything.

A pair of footsteps pattering against the stairs violently shook him back to reality, he held his breath tiptoeing to his bedroom door where it was open just enough that he would be able to see when they got to the top of the stairs. His trembling hands gripped onto the doorknob, he expected murderers - starstruck criminals, maybe even police or perhaps a crazed neighbour. Wilbur anxiously stared through the crack, he felt relieved when he saw Liam. His heart calmed down & he was able to catch his breathe again, he could've laughed at his own anxiety before a blonde woman appeared behind him..

Wilbur didn't know anything, but he knew Rose was brunette and not blonde. Disbelief dug a pit in his stomach, he felt angry tears collecting in the corner of his eyes.

He pushed his door open and stepped into the hallway, Liam whipped his head around with wide eyes and a heavy guilt colouring his cheeks like a deer in headlights. "Oh, is this your son? I didn't know you had kids!" The woman exclaimed, Liam couldn't remove his eyes from the teenager and Wilbur stared right back. "He doesn't, I'm not his son." Wilbur answered coldly, narrowing his eyes at the older. The blonde didn't seem satisfied with that answer, sending a confused glance between the boys, so Wilbur continued.

"My dads name is Phil, not Liam."

And with that, he retreated back to his bedroom and slammed the door. Heavy tears silently wracked through his body, was Liam cheating? Or was he right in the first place to think that him and Rose were just posing as a couple for the money. He punched the wall until his knuckles were bruised & crimson liquid dripped from the open, furious cracks.

It reminded him of Techno.

"Wilbur, can I come in?"

The teenager found himself blinking back his exhaustion to make way for confusion. Did he fall asleep?

"I'm coming in."

Oh. Wilbur stood up from the floor immediately having to grab onto the wall for support just as Liam appeared, his eyes scanned over the teenager with something the brunette didn't care enough to think into, the air was thick with betrayal, guilt & confusion.

"Your hands are bleeding." Wilbur stilled feeling his heartbeat in his skull, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Are you cheating?"

This time it was Liam who stilled, there was silence for a moment as Liam leant against the doorframe bowing his head. "No," he breathed out, Wilbur bit his cheek while staring down at his own hands, "then who was the blonde girl?"

When his question was met with silence he scoffed, finally getting the answer. "You're not cheating on Rose because you're not even together, right?"

Liam didn't answer.

"Your hands are still-"

"Who even are you." Wilbur cut him off, staring down at his own bloody knuckles through a blurry tear-filled vision. Even though the older knew this would end in pain, he still wished it could've been different, "I'm sorry. Wilbur, I-"

"I just want to be alone." Wilbur interrupted him, remembering when he had said the complete opposite and Liam had stayed with him, listened to his cries and rubbed his back. A part of him wished Liam would stay and tell him that it would be okay, but a bigger part of him never wanted to see him again. The older listened, shuffling out the room leaving him alone. He buried his face in his pillow and screamed, hot tears staining the sheets and his cheeks as his sobs were painful aches for help muffled by the thin fabric of the pillow. His breathing was erratic and desperate, no matter how old he thought he was - it didn't matter if he was outgrowing the foster system or not - he was too young to be this tired. He was too young to hate himself this much. He was too young to be all alone on the brink of passing out due to starvation & anxiety. He was too young to feel this alone. The musician rolled over on his back but regretted it when he felt a rush to his head and his vision started to spot, he needed help.

His body was slowly shutting down on him, keeping his eyes open felt like a chore - one he had no interest in doing. But he supposed not everyone else kept their eyes open while dying - or maybe they did. Maybe they had something, or rather someone, they didn't want to leave behind. Maybe they wanted one last look at the person they were leaving behind before the guilt and tiredness stole them away. But was he dying? He didn't know, he didn't know if he minded. Maybe he was just passing out.

He needed help, but he had nobody to scream out for, distantly he remembered a conversation with someone about telling Eret, maybe that would've been a good thing to do. Maybe he should've listened to them, he thought as his eyes slammed shut.... but who was it?

He felt himself drifting away, the room around him was spinning even if he couldn't see it and a thick layer of cold sweat dripped down the side of his face. It was his d-Phil, he remembered, a small smile stretched onto his face as he thought about Phil..

Wait- his mind screamed out, he had Phil. He needed Phil!

[ A/N who watched MCC? also happy monday. i hope you all had a good weekend!!! ]