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

"Tommy!! "

Wilburs pov:
When I awoke techno was gone and I was on my bed. Everything sort of stang but I didn't really notice it. I still felt numb. But then I heard it. I heard techno shouting. It scared me. I heard more and more shouting, unfamiliar voices this time. That's when I got up, walking towards the noise. It was coming from Tommy's room. I opened the door just a sliver so the only thing I could see was techno shouting at our other brother.
"I get you need to be soooo fucking cool in front of these dick heads but you can't go around talking about Will's fucking personal life!! It's NONE of your business you little fucking shit! "
There was murmurs, laughing.. My throat went drier than a desert. I didn't like this anymore.. At all..
"You're not fucking scared of him. You know he wouldn't dare to hurt you! The only reason you could get hurt is if you fucking hurt yourself! Or if I was in the right mind I'd probably give you a bitch slap!"
Tommy went silent from his constant protesting. I opened the door, leaning against it as I couldn't stand on my own.
"Techno.. You're scaring him.. And me. "
I saw my hood fall as I spoke. Trying to put it back, I got lost in the new people's eyes. They looked amused as if they didn't care about Tom.
"Who are they..? "
"tubbo and ranboo now get out of my room you two fucking freaks! "
Tommy shouted, filling my eyes with tears again.
"Bye Tommy.. "
I held onto the wall as I walked back to my room. Techno was shouting again but after I slammed my door everything went silent. I felt sick like I was about to vomit. Before I knew it, l was crying heavily. 'Freak' echoed in my head. It just wouldn't leave me alone. I guess I'm now crazy and a freak. For some reason I started to laugh, ignoring the salty tears plummeting down my face. I grabbed my lighter. I'm not sure why but I grabbed it. Burning paper. That's what my skin looked like as I unbuttoned my trousers. It was if paper had paused it's burn cycle.
As the flame lit, I could of swore I smelt weed. Then I realised, weed. In my drawer.
I grabbed a bit of sellotape that was by me, taping my door shut. All the edges were sellotaped as I got up. I went over to my drawer, grabbing the weed and smoke bombing my room. Smoke filled my lungs, making me feel more sick. I knew I shouldn't have but oh well. Then, I put the weed out on my ashtray and decided to get into bed. Tears stopped coming out after a while. I had ran out of water to use for my tears, I guess. About an hour of sitting in silence, I fell asleep again.