wilbur soot imagines!

i'm fine (pt. 2)

after literally 8 months here is part two!

⚠️ tw: assault, domestic abuse, bruises/marks

word count: 2110

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my eyes gently fluttered open to reveal blurry images of the dark room i was in. i rubbed my tired eyes and yawned, looking around the empty room. it was dark outside and the only light there was in the room was a single lamp on the nightstand. i slowly pushed the blankets off of me and sat up, noticing a note left on the night stand. i reached over to the note and grabbed it, bringing it close to my face to read it.

going to get some snacks, be back soon :P
- wilba

i smiled at the name he used to sign it, as that was one of my nicknames for him. as i sat there staring at the note, still waking up, i slowly began to remember what happened before i passed out. it wasn't a wave of memories, but a puzzle. only a few pieces were coming back.

i set the note back on the night stand and stood up, the cold hotel room air biting me. as shivers went down my body i realized that i was still in my bathing suit. i looked around the room and walked over to wilbur's suitcase which was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. there was a jumper laying on the back of the chair, which i picked up and put on to keep away the cold.

i took a step towards the window the moved the curtain back slightly to see outside. i could see the pool where a bunch of people were still at, and i could faintly hear them. i closed the curtain and turned around. i caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror on the wall and stared at my reflection. i looked the same yet i didn't recognize myself. my hair was messy, my cheek was a dark pink, i had dark circles under my eyes, i had bruises on my neck. i held my arms out in front of me and saw red and purple marks and bands up and down my arms, and my legs were decorated with several shades of colors.

i tucked my hair behind my ears and directed my gaze away from the mirror. i walked over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone, which was dead. i grabbed the note from wilbur and read it again before putting it in the pocket of the jumper. i slipped on my shoes which were sitting neatly on the floor by the dresser.

i took an extra room key that was sitting on the dresser and put it in the pocket of my jumper just in case, and walked to the door. i softly opened the door and walked out, gently closing it behind me.

the hallway was quiet.

i began to walk down the hall towards the elevator. i stared at the ground as i walked, memorizing the pattern of the dull carpet. once i reached the elevator i pushed the down button, stepping back to wait for it to arrive.

i looked around anxiously, the silence making me feel nervous. the ding that it made when it arrived had scared me. the doors opened and a group of wet teenagers in bathing suits walked out, not even seeing me stand there as they pushed me out of the way. i walked in to the elevator, which smelt like pool water and alcohol, and pressed the button to go to the lobby.

after a short ride the doors opened and i walked out, not sure of where to go. i stood there for a second, reacquainting myself with my surroundings. the lobby was really big and fancy, which shiny tile floors and high ceilings. there were big glass windows which let us see to the pool and park area, and there were big staircases which led to the different floors. i began walking across the lobby to a hallway which led to a small store, which i figured was where wilbur had gone. i walked across the lobby, carefully walking around the groups of people who were waiting there, and made it to the entrance of the store.

i walked in and looked around the small store for wilbur, but i didn't see him anywhere. i went up and down every aisle and he was no where to be seen. i stood in the corner of the store and signed. i didn't want to worry, as there were many logical explanations as to where wilbur could be, like maybe i passed him on his way back and we didn't notice, maybe he went to a different store, but i started to worry.