Give Me Back My Childhood. /a Tommyinnit Angst Story/

the questions of life.

Techno had his back towards the door so Phil couldn't get in despite his banging.
“Let me in this instant or you're not allowed in your room again! ”
Phil called, throwing his body against the door.
Techno opened it, walking to the other side of the room in silence as he did.
Phil stood, examining the room before speaking.
“wilbur, techno. If you please, come with me. ”
Will struggled to get up but couldn't. Techno however could but wouldn't.
“Tommy go play with schlatt in your room, okay? ”
Tommy nodded and grabbed schlatt's hand, guiding him to his own room.
After that, Phil came over and took techno's arm and sat him down next to will on his bed.
“I'm assuming all of these injuries are self inflicted.”
Techno stayed silent as Phil already knew his were. Wilbur nodded slowly, trying not to open the slash at the back of his head. His head didn't really move at all though but it did hurt quite a lot.
"Right techno let's go get you cleaned up bud."
Thoughts shot round wilburs brain like a train that you couldn't stop. What about me? He thought looking at techno and Phil.
"What about me?..." wilbur whispered his voice cracking slightly.
"I can't really stand to look at you rn, you ran away and had me and shlatt outside in the forest at midnight."
"WELL IM SORRY FOR WANTING TO ESCAPE BECAUSE I HAD JUST FOUND OUT MY BROTHER SELF HARMS! IM SORRY FOR LOOKING FOR AN ESCAPE. I WILL JUST DEAL WITH IT NEXT TIME WON'T I?" wilbur screamed, tears flooding down his cheeks.
"will-" phil began but was cut off by wilbur.
"You've only ever cared about techno. I'm leaving." 
He struggled to get up as his injuries were still bad. The only difference was that he was now a walking mummy with all of his bandages. He grabbed a set of any clothes, not bothering to put them on. He then reached for his clothes that he wore earlier, grabbing the trousers and leaving the blood stained t-shirt on the floor. He put his guitar stap on his back and then felt Phil touching his shoulder.
“Fuck off! Get off of me! ”
He quickly attached the guitar to the strap and walked out of the door, slamming it on Phil's finger as he ran to the door.
He called up the stairs “Bye Tommy! Bye schlatt!”
Schlatt rushed to see who it was with Tommy on his back.
“Where are you going wilby..? ”
Tommy held his hand out to the air where wilbur was standing.
“I'm just going for a walk. Okay? I'll be back at some point. If you want to find me just ask schlatt to take you to our spot. ”
He heard his bedroom door open, seeing Phil again and ran out the door, regret panging in his mind.