chapter 7;; Nightmare?

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He stirred, slowly waking up thanks to buzzing from the lights. Humming noises.

But he wasn't in the lab,

Where was he?

He looked around,

his home.

He was in his house.

Had this been just a nightmare?

Is he really losing it?

The atmosphere was cold, dense, still.

He cleared his throat, about to head back to his room.

“Wilby?” said a voice. Wilbur's heart stopped, as he knew that voice anywhere.

He peered behind him, in hopes to think it's who it is.

It was Tommy, his Tommy, with the white wings.

“Toms..?” Wilbur said. The words rolling off of his tongue, it felt unreal. Fake.

But it was him.

“Wilbah!” Tommy said. He was running up to Wilbur, smiling. Wilbur had his arms open to welcome him with a hug.

A smile.

Something to prove this was real.

Tomny hugged him. Wilbur hugs back. He could cry, he missed this. He wanted to tell him about his nightmares, of how strange they were like old times. He wanted to sleep in his own bed, to wake up and see Tommy bouncing on his bed as usual.

But when the hug felt so nice, so real, Wilbur sees something grab Tommy.

Strings, blue luminous strings, grabbing onto Tommy.

Tommy screams, as he's forced away from Wilbur and dragged closer to a fire.

Wilbur tried to grab him, but the same strings grab him, making him stay.

Stay and watch, as his brother cries and pleads to be let go, to not go in the fire.

Wilbur pleaded, with all of his life, trying to break free. He tried so hard, but it was too late. Tommy was dragged in the fire, his body burning as he was screaming.

“NO!!”

Wilbur screamed, as the floor under him falls and strings wrap around his neck.

He couldn't breath.

He couldn't speak.

He was dying.

No, no.

No.

The strings break and he falls, falling through the air he wonders

how

can

this

be

fair.

Why,

why

was

his

fate

so

horrible.

Can

someone

hear

him?

Hello?

Please,

help.

It

hurts,

everything.

Can

he

just

rest?

Please?

Can the gods be any more harsh on him?

He wonders that, as he falls.

Endlessly, unable to scream,

to yell,

to think aloud.

Help.

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