saline solution

four

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abuse, blood

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wilbur's pov
waking up, i looked around without moving my head. i felt a weight next to me and peered over. a body exhaling steady breaths was laying beside me. startled, i jumped.

ducking my head out from under their's i stood up, only to see it was techno. my sudden movement had woken him up and he looked at me with droopy eyes.

feeling bad, but adrenaline still coursing through my veins i just stood there, standing still. techno seemed to have woken up a bit more since my panic and sat up.

"c'mon let's make breakfast." he said holding his hand out for me to grab. i didn't take it, still cautious of him. he may have been a comfort to me yesterday, but that didn't mean i trusted him.

he sighed. "i didn't really think you'd take it, but worth a shot."

he began to walk towards the kitchen, i followed. "what do you want for breakfast wilbur?" he asked while staring down the pantry.

i shrugged not wanting anything. "guess we can make pancakes, haven't had those in a while." he finished, and began to take out the ingredients for pancakes.

taking the seat furthest from him on the island chairs, i thought back to yesterday, and the panic attack i had right in front of the man standing before me. kind of embarrassing not gonna lie. i had no plans to bring it up, and silently thanked that he didn't either.

eventually the batter was done, and techno asked me to help cook them.

i timidly walked over to the stove and poured in the batter. a few minutes later i flipped it and it was perfectly golden.

"there you go!" techno said from the sidelines encouragingly. "you got it great job, wil!" he clapped his hands and began to help pour in the second pancake.

"wil?" i asked him. i hadn't heard anyone call me that since i was young.

he gave me glance, worried he had stepped too far with the nickname. "don't worry, i like it. i just haven't heard anyone call me that for a while." i smiled and he nodded.

as we finished making the pancakes phil came downstairs, and a few minutes later tommy entered the room.

"pancakes! fuck yeah." tommy excitedly yelled. phil asked him to keep it down, but i smiled at the comment nevertheless.

sitting down for breakfast, i watched the others eat. phil asked why i hadn't eaten any, and just answered with that i didn't like them.

when everyone was done, i helped clean the dishes with tommy. techno offered to give me a tour of the house as i hadn't gotten the opportunity to yet, and gladly accepted.

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"aand here is your room." he finished, signalling the end of the tour. he opened the door and i audibly gasped.

"t-this is for.. me?!" i asked shock and excitement written over my face. i rarely got a room in foster homes.

he gave a small chuckle at my facial expression, "yep. my room is next to yours, tommy's is near the bathroom and dad's is downstairs. it's still quite bare but dad thought it would be a good idea to let you decorate it how you'd like."

he left mentioning that he would be in his room if i needed anything. i entered, leaving the door slightly ajar.

three walls were coloured an off-white, and the last wall was painted a dark teal. the paint on the teal wall was slightly messy around the edges, signalling someone in his house had painted it themselves. the gesture warmed my heart.
a double bed rested on the back wall in the corner, beside a white nightstand. on the opposite wall, a large desk with a pc setup sat waiting for me.
simple, yet beautiful.

i slowly sat down on the clean sheets of the bed, laying down.

"enjoying it?" a voice came from the door. i sat up, having completely forgotten about the open door. it was tommy, he was leaning against the door frame.

"yeah it's cool as fuck. by the way, who painted the wall?"
"oh, that was all of us. dad thought we'd give you a cool wall, but kinda forgot about getting a proper painter to paint it." he replied proudly.
this made my heart melt. they had all come together and painted an entire wall just for me.

tommy didn't seem to notice the gratitude practically radiating off my body and continued, "anyway, me and techno were gonna go to the park, wanna come?"

"i'd love to." i finished, the biggest smile i'd ever had on my face.

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the walk to the park was dull, techno and tommy having a conversation about minecraft. i strolled alongside techno half listening to what was being said.

my mind wandered to lyrics i had written months ago. music had always been a passion of mine and i had learnt to play the guitar very young. my mother had helped me, before she got with jared.

my mother, or as i like to call her lily, as she didn't deserve the 'mother' title, had gotten heavily into substances not long after her relationship with jared started. i thought back to the days with him and lily;

"fucking bitch! you waste of space, i wish your mother had never had you." jared spat in my face, as tears spilled from my eyes. looking around the house, i saw pills scattered across the ground, empty beer bottles rolling down the stairs that lead to my mothers room. blood followed the bottles not long after.

i was snapped out of my thoughts after i heard my name being called. i felt tears streaming down my face, and hastily wiped them away. "hm?" i asked, not having heard the question.

"do you like minecraft? techno likes to farm potatoes." tommy said, a grin on his face. the smile was promptly wiped from his face when techno smacked him on the back of the head.

"uh yeah, haven't played it in a few years though." i admitted, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "well why don't we play when we get home?"

"sure tommy. sure." i attempted a smile as we entered the park.

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sorry nothing major has happened yet, the angst is coming soon i promise :))