Escapism

Dreams are Made Winding Through his Head

"Mom?" There was no answer from the other side of the door. "Dad?" The boy pouted as he looked at the doorknob. Just a moment ago his parents had asked him to go get a few bottles from the fridge for them. Now his parents weren't opening the door and his hands were full. He huffed. Wilbur was out buying groceries from the corner store a few blocks down. That means he would have to open the door himself even though his hands were full. He moved the bottle in his right hand between his arm and his torso. After freeing his right hand, he reached out to the doorknob and opened the door.

Once he opened the door he stepped in then froze. The bottles in his arms dropped and crashed against the floor. He ran, ignoring the sharp pain from the glass shards that cut through the soft flesh of his foot. He collapsed onto his knees in front of his parents' bodies.

"Mom? Dad?"

They didn't answer, so he shook them. There was still no response. Their eyes were glazed and rolled back into their heads. They weren't moving. They weren't breathing. His head shot up when he heard the front door open and close. Wil must be home.

He turned and ran out of the room, glass cutting even further into his skin, trailing blood throughout the hallway.

"Wilby! Wilby!"

He paused in the living room, his breath catching in his throat. He stared up at a man wearing a familiar green hoodie as he loomed over his brother's bleeding and curled-up figure. He took a step back, his eyes going back and forth between Dream and his brother. Soon the man turned around to look down on him.

"Does running away solve anything? Does running away make everything that happened disappear? Did it ever stop me from doing this?"

There was a kick to his brother's body.

"Or this?"

There was a hand in his hair, gripping and pulling as he was thrown to the ground. His breath left him as he hit the ground, falling into a coughing fit.

"Run all you want, you'll never be able to get too far."

Just before another hit landed, the scene began to blur and grow dark.

Tommy gasped and quickly sat out of his bed. The room was still dark and he had broken into a cold sweat. The Scene from his dream reappears in his mind. The bodies of his parents lying on the ground. The image of Wilbur curled on the ground as Dream loomed over him. His head quickly turned to the door and he jumped out of bed and ran to the door. He swung the door open and ran into Wilbur's room and jumped onto his brother's bed. Wilbur was sleeping, but after the disturbance, he woke up.

"Mmm?... Tommy?"

Tommy curled up under the blanket and wiggled under the other's arm. Wilbur groaned and turned his body onto his side to face the younger boy, who was shaking under his arm.

"D'you have a nightmare?"

The blonde would have bad nightmares for a few months after finding their parents. It had gotten better since then, but he would still occasionally get them. He supposed that this was just another one of those nights.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Tommy shook his head.

"...Was it mom and dad?"

There was a pause before there was another nod. Wilbur could understand why he wouldn't want to talk about it.

"...Dream was in it." Tommy curled closer into his brother's chest, "he was hurting you."