Don't Speak (SBI Angst)

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TW:self harm, anorexia, throwing up mention,

Let's pretend this got uploaded the right day okay?

Wilbur POV:

I caused a fight with one of the only friends I made and someone who apparently hates him today. I got techno in trouble today, or I think so. They obviously had a fight. I heard doors slamming and Phil trying to be calm while techno was speaking all weird. I don't know what he said, but it sounded off, he invited someone over and I haven't heard much from any of them.

"Boys! Dinner!"Phil calls from downstairs, he's not as loud as usual.

As I'm walking down the stairs techno and his friend pass me, it's the boy in the green hoodie.

"Oh right! Dream are you staying for dinner tonight? We have enough food."

Techno cuts dream off before he can even respond "no he was just about to leave actually."

"Um yeah- thanks for having me Phil" he smiles, then turns to me "wait Wilbur right?"

I nod

"I'm dream-" techno hits him barley noticablely on the leg with his foot and he definitely hurries up "uh- I gotta go. But see you around Wilbur! Bye tech, bye Phil, bye Wilbur, and you too tommy!" He leaves.

"Why'd he have to leave so quick?" Phil asks sceptically

"His dad was getting angry he wasn't home yet"

"Oh-" Phil sets all the plates, technos being smaller as normal "okay start eating! Wilbur you can go up to your room as usual if you want or stay if you're up for it? I get today was probably stressful though."

I'll eat in my room, thank you!

I write.

I grab my plate and head upstairs, hearing techno ask Phil something as I leave.

Tommy POV:

"Um dad?" Tech starts,

"Yeah techno?"

"Can I um... Eat in my room too..?"

Usually, this would be a normal question. But not with techno.

The worries with techno is that he'll do what he used to.

He won't eat, just throw it away, and if he does eat, he'll throw it up.

"Um...techno I don't know- I don't want anything happening again...".Phil says

"Techno just sit down with us and you don't even have to finish it all!" I say, with a small smile.

"I- sure." He sounds as cold as ever.

The dinner is silent, I can tell what Phil's thinking, because I'm thinking it too. Hes getting worse again.

I finish first, then Phil, then about a few minutes later techno eats about half of his plate

"I'll be right back. I'm going to the restroom."

"No-!" I start- knowing he wants to throw up.

"Um I mean... Just- wait awhile."

"Tommy I'm not gonna fucking puke."

"I- I know that- I just want to be sure, you know?"

My fucking stutter what the fuck.

"Tommy fucking trust me." He's mad. Fuck I hate seeing him like this, he only gets like this when something happened and he gets mad at someone else and he pushes it on everyone.