Who am I?

Breaking

I feel you deserve to know what the book said. So I'll put it here. This is Wilburs point of view.

//wils pov obviously💀//

I was working on a algebra work sheet when me phone started exploding with text messages from my friends.

Alex
Bro have you seen nicks story?
I'm so sorry

Tommy
Nicks story is crazy
Have you seen it?

Toby
Wilbur
Wil
Have you seen your boyfriends story?
It's gross

Everyone I knew was texting me not just those three. I opened Snapchat confused and didn't see anything so I checked Instagram and was horrified. Nick posted him and a bunch of people getting drunk and high. Then he posted him making out with one of them. Then he posted images of him and the people having sex. I turned my phone off feeling ill. I ran to the bath a therw up.

Why has he done this? Why has he done dangerous things? Those are strangers. I don't know them, he doesn't know them, we don't know them.

I stood staring at myself in the bathroom mirror replaying our relationship in my mind. Everything I did wrong. Everything he did wrong. I walked out of the bath and stared at a photo on the wall. I raised my fist and smashed it. The glass shattered flying to the ground and into my fist. The frame fell from the wall. I punched the wall, creating a large hole. Sharp pain hit my hand like a bullet. I held my wrist and stared at the bleeding hand.

I walked to the kitchen and rinsed my hand. I flinched at the pain as hot water flooded my wounds. I turned the water off and started carefully pulling the glass shards from my skin. After ten minutes most of the glass was out of my hand. I went back to the sink rinsed my hand again, glass fell into the drain. I turned the water of and wrapped my hand bandages.

"Fuck" I screamed

I went to my bedroom and picked up one of my decorative vodka bottles and through it at the wall. I started breaking everything that was in my line of sight. Throwing glass and mental to the ground. I ripped pictures of my and nick off the wall and grabbed a lighter. I went out side to my fire pit a lit it. I watched the fire grow as tears streamed down my face. I dropped the photos into the fire and went back inside not bothering to put it out.

Anger can be ugly. It can be beautiful. And can be peaceful. This anger was none of those things.

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stormed back to my bedroom.

I wanted to see blood spilt. I wanted someone to hurt. I needed someone to hurt.

//Tw sh//

I slowly glazed the knife across my lower wrist. Blood drops fromed on the edges of the cut. I kept going. Deeper and deeper. Each time the knife broke the skin and made me bleed I felt better. I cut and cut until my arm was covers in red.

I'm not angry anymore.

I walked to the bathroom and turned the bath on. I washed my wrist and wrapped it tightly. I left the bathroom and grabbed my phone. I opened my camera and stared at the photos of me and nick. I dropped the phone and walked back to the bathroom to find the bath flooding the room. I went to the front door and set off the security settings. I walked to the bath and shut off the lights. I stepped in the water. Room temperature. I laid down, my head barely above the water.

I woke up to nick screaming my name. I fell asleep in the tub. I sat up and got out of the water. I struggled to stand up straight. I leaned on the wall and looked at the bandages on my arm. They were dyed red from the blood. The water had a red colour to it. Nick burst into the bath and rushed to the tub. He leaned down and turned off the water.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?!" He screamed at me

I stared at his bloodshot eyes.

"Fuck Wilbur" he said grabbing my wrist

I winced from the pain and tried pulling away but his grip was to strong.

He pulled by the arm to my room. My head felt like it was going to explode anytime I moved. He grabbed one of my shirts. He ripped the bandages on my wrist off and wrapped the shirt around it. He tied it so tight I thought my arm would fall off. He pulled the bandages off of my hand and stared at it. He tired touching the wounds but I pulled away when he did.

"What the fuck Wilbur! Your house is flooded, your room is ruined, there's a hole in the wall!"

"You're a bad person"

"Excuse me?"

"You could've died doing those drugs and drinking all of that alcohol"

"How do you know about that?"

"You posted it publicly" I shouted

"... Wilbur I-"

"Get the Fuck out of my house nick."

"Wil-"

"Get the Fuck out" i screamed tears forming in my eyes.

He stood up and left without saying anything.
I sat on the bed as what had just happened processed.

"Shit. Shit. Fuck" I rushed to the bathroom and drained the bath

I grabbed every towel in the house and through them into the bathroom to soak up the blood coated water. I went to the fire pit and saw the fire hadn't died. I grabbed the pale and scooped some sand to throw on the fire. Once the fire was out I when back inside and stared at what I had just done. This was what broke me.

I grabbed my keys and left the house. I drove to toms house and just sat with him in his room.