Mania (WilburSoot Angst)

Part 5

TWs
Medication
Schizophrenia
Strong Language
Food paranoia
Voices

(579 words)

Wilbur POV

I remember just waking up out of nowhere, not knowing that happened. But then I remembered. Fuck. I had an episode. I couldn't even fully comprehend what happened, all I remember is running around the house in a panic, and then Phil directed me back to my room to sleep.

3:52. God. I felt so awake.

I silently got out of my bed, trying not to disturb Schlatt. I walked down the stairs, looking for something to eat since I didn't have anything yesterday.

I walked quietly through the halls and into the kitchen to find Technoblade sitting at the kitchen island on his laptop. He slightly lifted his head up as I walked into the room. "What are you doing up?" I asked with a slight smirk. I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and contemplated whether to eat it or not.

It's poison.

It will kill you.

Don't take it.

Put it back.

I placed the fruit back in the bowl and sat across from Techno at the island.

"Reading an article. Why are you up?" he asked, closing the tab. What was he looking at?

"I can't sleep." I told him. There were a few seconds of silence. I had no idea what to say, especially about what happened yesterday morning. I felt embarrassed. I know I can't control what I think when I am manic, but I just hate acting insane in front of people I am close with.

"Why didn't you tell any of us?" he asked softly. I didn't know what to respond with. I didn't want to lie, and I didn't want to tell the truth either.

"I don't know." I responded with.

He is going to hurt you.

He is trying to get information out of you.

He hates you.

You are embarrassing.

"I didn't want you guys to see me as someone who needs to be cared for 24/7." I told him as my leg shook up and down.

"Wilbur, I know you are a twenty-year-old and can take care of yourself, but you have an illness. And I want you to know that you can tell me things that you are going through, things that I can help you with." Techno spoke in his flat monotone voice, placing his laptop to the side.

"Thanks mate." I said. But before I could say anything else, I heard a voice calling my name from behind me. It was Tommy standing in the middle of the doorway. As I turned my body to him, he immediately ran up to me, and hugged me as tightly as he could. I smiled as he buried his face into my shirt.

So is everyone just awake now?

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, Tommy." I told him as I let go of him and looked into his worried eyes. "I'm sorry if I scared you yesterday, I was pretty scared myself."

"Phil told me that you have a mental illness." Tommy spoke, hoping that it wasn't true.

"Yeah, but I'm fine. What I did yesterday happened because I hadn't taken my meds in a while." I told him. He nodded.

GUYS IM SO SORRY BUT I HAVE TO END THIS CHAPTER
I KNOW ITS SO SHORT BUT ITS GIVING ME SO MUCH WRITERS-BLOCK AND I HATEEEEEEEEEEEEE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT
MY OTHER CHAPTERS WILL BE LONGER I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!