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Tommy sat at his pc, he had just ended stream and was now winding down listening to some playlist Wilbur had sent him. Staring down at the few scars on his wrist with a smile. He was proud of himself for making it that far. Finding content creation really saved him.
A discord notification brought him out of his thoughts. Wilbur.
‘toms, have you checked twitter?’
He pulled out his phone and scrolled through. Oh.
An account with a name he remembered from school with a thread about him. Detailing the times he was found in the school bathrooms blood running down his arms. The time he didn’t show up to school for a month because he tried to overdose. The embarrassing times where teachers wouldn’t allow him access to scissors even if it was too cut out stupid things for dumb projects.
And pictures.
Two pictures where he was ambushed by his classmates during one of his bathroom self harm sessions.
‘call me?’
Tommy felt his heart race and his hands started to shake as he called Wilbur who instantly answered. “No one is going to look at me the same” Tommy blurted out, feeling his eyes water. “What if they find it pathetic? What if they wish that the attempt worked?”
“Tommy. Breath.” Wilbur cut him off. “Your fans aren’t going to change their mind about you. Don’t pay attention to the ones that hate you. Your fans care about your safety.”
“What if they turn on me because I never talked about it?” Tommy mumbled, he wasn’t fully paying attention, his attention brought to one of his drawers. His mind clouded.
“They won’t. It’s personal shit, you don’t need to talk about something so personal and traumatic.” Wilbur replied. Tommy didn’t answer, instead moving his shaky hand to the handle of the drawer. Opening it quietly and gently. A voice in the back of his told him not to, that it was a bad idea, how far he had come only to throw the work away.
But he couldn’t stop.
He grabbed his box cutter.
Wilbur continued to speak, giving advice on how to handle the audience but to Tommy it was all muffled. Far away.
He did a couple swipes. Making sure to keep back his winces to not alert his friend.
“Thanks Will” he spoke quietly.
“I’ll be over soon.”
Tommy was left in silence, staring at the sight infront of him.
Fuck.