Remember Who We Are(Wilbur x Reader, DISCONTINUED)

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The air was thick with smoke and my eyes burned. My head was aching and it felt like I had a massive hangover. Eyes diverted which ever way as sirens echoed in the distance as I held my head. What the actual fuck had happened? Blinking a few times my vision returned and what I saw shocked me. My leg was trapped underneath the roof of my apartment. How did this happen? A few seconds ago I was reading a book and then the building collapsed? No, that wasn't right. There's no way that this building could've collapsed, it was built newly to the last war. War. That's when it hit me, this wasn't just a building collapse, this was a formulated attack. Our building was exploded as either a warning or a way to start the next war. But why my building? There wasn't any war veterans living here that I knew of. Sighing I grabbed my head as the sirens got closer and closer, there was no way in hell that I was going to the hospital. But I knew they'd take me anyways.

The hospital was filled with sick people upon sick people. This wasn't the way that I wanted to go, people my age were prone to contracting whatever the elderly had. I wasn't going to risk my life because of a possible broken leg. So what did I do best? I sucked it up and pushed the debris off my leg and moved my leg a bit, it wasn't broken thank god, gathering a few of my belongings the best I could I slipped the small backpack over my shoulder and slid down the broken wall that was once my bedroom. Sighing I looked up at my apartment and adjusted my mask. This was worse then anything that had ever happened to me, I was alone, I had nobody. Nothing. I barely had the money to buy a new apartment, let alone the money to provide myself with food and water. You might be asking where my money went that I said I had so much of. Well you can thank my mom for that, taking most of it back from my bank account, leaving me with just enough to pay for my apartment and a few meals here and there. She took basically it all from me before she died. But most of my money went to my guitar that was strung along my back. I had always wanted to be a singer, and that's what I was planning on doing. I was going to become a famous musician one day. But my dreams were crushed. I had nowhere to go, nothing to eat, and a dream.

The wind echoed around me and the sounds of sirens blaring in my ears drew me away from my thoughts. Voices seemed to be getting closer and I quickly took off in the direction of hopefully my future.