Escape - Wilbur angst

Chapter 29 - Someone to understand

We stan Schlatt!

TWs

Selfharm, mentions ED

The pair walked towards math class, Schlatt looking at his friend with worry.

"If you need to you can just like- knock on the English door four times and then hit it and I'll come find you." he reassured. Wilbur nodded in understanding.

"Fast and heavy steps and hyperventilating might also work."

Schlatt sighed. "You're an idiot."

The door to the maths classroom opened, and the teacher called Wilbur's class to him. Schlatt glared at Mr. Jonson who cocked an eyebrow.

Wilbur walked inside, making sure to keep an eye behind him to make sure the adult wouldn't try anything. He stood behind his chair, waiting for Eret to join him. Once she did, they looked at him. "Where did you go yesterday? What happened?"

"Didn't feel like coming back to class, don't worry about it."

Eret nodded before quieting down and looking right ahead at the teacher. 

"Last class before lunch, I understand if you're a bit tired. But from some of you-" he made eye-contact with Wilbur. "I expect better than these past two weeks."

Mr. Jonson still wasn't over the skipping thing, and Wilbur obviously not paying attention clearly pissed him off.

Wilbur bowed his head in shame, a lump forming in his throat.

"You may sit down."

The rest of the lesson was a blur, words mixing into a fucked-up slushy, slowly turning his brain to mush while the itching urges made their entrance.

"Alright, pack up and then you may leave." Mr. Jonson spoke, finally catching Wilbur's attention. He grabbed his things and headed outside, ignoring Schlatt who called his name before heading inside a bathroom.

He sat on the toilet, pulling his legs up and rocking back and forth. He was trying his best not to give in, to not please the darkness in his brain.

The itching became too much, and he soon found himself scratching frantically at his skin. He pulled the blade out of his pocket before unwrapping his arm.

The blade was dragged three times across his left wrist, deep cuts staying behind. Three fresh cuts with blood fleeing the scene amongst the others; some new and some nearly healed.

He wrapped himself back up before washing his hands and heading outside. 

Schlatt stood against a wall, arms crossed and a tense aura encasing him. 

"Rude." he said with a joking tone.

Wilbur took a breath of relief. "Needed to piss, my bad you wanted to join me. Tell me next time." he retorted while rolling his eyes.

The other broke down laughing, before pulling himself together.

"That was a very long piss though." his tone made it clear that he was joking, but if you listened carefully, you'd hear the underlying suspicion. It didn't go unnoticed by Wilbur.

His natural response was to get defensive, which he acted on.

"What is it to you, huh? You have nothing to do with my business."

Schlatt put his hands up. "Fine, fine. I'm not stupid though."

Wilbur glared at his friend, gripping softly at the new cuts and wincing softly. Schlatt eyed his every movement. When you've personally went through something it's easy to see the signs in others.