saline solution

three

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panic attack, minor mention of abuse

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wilbur's pov
after finishing our last hamilton song named 'wait for it', we arrived at the house.

it was a simple suburban home, coloured a light blue with white trimmings, and a picket fence. the front garden was beautiful, flowers decorating the garden beds. it was two stories high, and easily the biggest home i had ever stayed in.

"alight boys, everyone out." phil said as he got out of the car. i grabbed my backpack with all of my things (which wasn't very much), and nervously got out of the car.

this family may be nice, but that didn't mean i trusted them in the slightest.

following behind techno, we walked to the front door. phil unlocked it with the flick of his keys and opened the door.

as i stepped inside i took a look around the room. we had entered into a sort of entry way, with a shoe rack lining the left wall, and a coat rack on the right. picture frames decorated the walls, all of which the family looked very happy in.

a pang of envy hit me. apart from one photo of my father, mother and i, my mum had never bothered to add any photos anywhere around the house.

glass glittered the floor as the only family photo in the entire house shattered into a thousand pieces. cuts litter my lower legs, glass already having dug itself into my skin. tears well in my eyes as blood spills onto the floor.

"-ommy, WILBUR!!"

"WILBUR!"

my eyes open. i was on the floor, curled up in a tight ball. i couldn't see, due to the water spilling from my eyes.

"wilbur, listen to me. listen to my voice." i heard a calm voice say, although i could hear it was laced with concern. a hand gently pulled me closer, only making me recoil further. it pulled back, but the person continued to speak.

"wilbur i need you to tell me five things you can see." the voice said. opening my eyes, i looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.

phil.

focusing on the question i tried to answer, "u-um you, the f-floor, my knees, the wa-wall and your h-hair." i replied, voice shaking with every word.

"very good, now four things you can touch."

"my s-shirt, my hair, y-you and the f-floor."

"three things you can hear."

"your voice, my voice and b-birds." i replied again, my breathing and voice becoming more steady.

"very good. two things you can smell." phil said, gaining his composure once more.

"cologne and.. pizza?"

"and one thing you can taste." he finished.

"blood."

"blood?" he added, worry entering his tone. i must've bit the inside of my mouth while panicking.

"yeah. bit my tongue." i added standing up. phil nodded, and helped me to the living room.

he sat me down and went to get a glass of water for me.

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hours had passed since the incident in the entry room, and we were sitting at the dinner table having dinner.

i hadn't touched my food. it wasn't because i didn't like it, i actually loved pizza. but it made me feel terrible about my body, and would cause me to throw up.

"don't like pizza?" phil asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. i nodded and instead drank some water.

after dinner, we settled down for a movie on the couch. i had requested we watch Coraline, and no one had disagreed.

techno's pov
i heard wilbur panic earlier, and couldn't help but feel slightly bad. dad hadn't said anything about it since, probably trying to prevent wilbur from being triggered again.

i really didn't want wilbur to come home with us, and i still don't. he's just going to be another loud, small child like tommy (not that i didn't love tommy, but i don't exactly want 2).

around 45 minutes into the movie i felt a light weight on my right shoulder. confused, i looked to my side.

lying there, ever so peacefully, was wilbur.

he looked exhausted, and although i wasn't one for physical touch i didn't want to push him off.

so i let him lay there.

after the movie ended, he hadn't moved one bit. phil and tommy had already gone to bed after i insisted i'd clean everything up. it was more a cover up so i didn't wake wilbur.

i may not like him, and i'll make sure he doesn't stay but for now there was no way i could move. i sighed knowing there was no way out of this. laying my head on top of wilbur's, i drifted off to sleep.

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bit of fluff towards the end, bc i can't resist 🫶