This is Recovery. | A SBI Angst|

13-Scars

This chapter mostly focuses on Wilbur's point of view. You will get to see things from his perspective for a little bit because this is SBI angst! The only time pov change happens is during school. Also, this is where the story will start to take a turn a bit, not in this chapter mainly, but throughout these next few chapters! Sorry for not writing lots of fluff ENJOYYYY!

99% proofread <3 (last chapter for a bit sorry)

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Scars.

I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have.
Those little white lines that don't comfort me as much as when they're red and aching.

To those little red lines on my skin that paint my plain canvas a crimson color, and to the metal object that lets me feel something:

I think fall might be my favorite season. It's not too cold and not too hot, I don't have to worry about being questioned for wearing a hoodie in t-shirt and shorts weather. I don't have to worry about going to the beach. I just have to get through a few more months before those worries become tranquil.

"It's going to be okay, Tommy." I say, his leg was bouncing a lot and they still didn't know what to do with Schlatt, he was suspended for now. Suspended. Not even expelled for now. Police and the school board were still deciding what to do and CPS and police were heading over to Schlatt's house tomorrow to check in on Ranboo and hopefully take him out of their care. Tommy knew that if that happened he might never see him again. No one wanted Ranboo to have to go through the system he may encounter horrible houses like Tommy had. We wish we could adopt him, but it's not possible for Phil to take care of 4 children when he can barely handle 3.

I want to vent to someone about what happened yesterday, but the only person willing to listen would probably be the school counselor and I hate her.
The sound of Techno's fist hitting Schlatt, the crunch sound as it knocks him in the nose -probably breaking it-. The grunts from Schlatt and Techno as they fought and hit one another, Techno having the upper-hand since he's a lot stronger than Schlatt from training and god knows what else he got up to in his own time. Techno's grimace and Schlatt's smirk, the blood on Techno's knuckles, the bloodied up Schlatt and the purple and blue Techno. It's stuck in my head, taunting me. The desperate weeps from Tommy are all that I can hear when I'm around him or look at him. Sounds have gotten a lot louder, people breathing, eating, talking, whispering. All of it. Sometimes I have to wear earbuds and put music on with the volume on max especially when I go to the dinner table or cafeteria, it bothers me so much I rather sit in a silenced room while the only sound I can hear is the ringing in my ears. The bus comes to a rough stop and me and Tom get off the bus. He squeezes my hand while we walk into the building together, heads down, trying to not drag attention to us. It was all good until we reached our lockers. I went with Tom to his locker and hear the person a few lockers down whispering to his friend while scanning Tommy. I try to hear what they're saying, but get drawn back to Tommy when he loudly closes his locker.

"I've got to get to class. See you later, yeah?"
"mhm." Tom hums, I nod awkwardly not sure at what.

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I enter my first class. The air was thick and full of muted whispers. The whole class was staring at me, including Tubbo. I saw it online a couple of times posted by standby's. -I mean the fight between my brother and the man who raped me-.

Everyone knows.
They know what a pathetic little boy you are.

You're a-

"Oi, Tom!" A boy that I've never talked to in my life despite being in the same homeroom as him. I turn my head to where the voice came from. The whispers stopped because he was the only one with the balls to talk to him and not whisper like a pussy about it.
"You alright? Saw the fight. I got the teachers attention, but I guess I was a bit late." He says. I shrug.
"At least you did something instead of just watching and recording." I say quietly, he was the desk behind me, but lowered his voice so we can have a normal conversation.
"Your brother is so cool! He totally beat that dickheads ass!" He giggles. I flash him a smile.
"My names Charlie by the way!" He had short brown hair and thick black glasses and blue eyes.