childhood | wilbur soot
im currently sad ab my childhood therefore i will let out my emotions in the form of shitty writing. all these things (+ more but we do not talk ab that) had 2 go through so 😃 pog through the pain also this is just straight forward bc i cant write sobs absue, susbstance abuse, suicide ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
“so... tell me about your childhood.” wilbur said with a smile after chewing the rest of his food. you choked on your water at what your roomate had just said.
no ones ever asked you that.
“wilbur, i dont think you want to know about it. it’s like -- super fucked up and sad.” you said calmy, despite you being very anxious. wilburs eyebrows furrowed. “i want to know about it.” he said, then quickly added a “if youre okay with it of course.” you smiled softly. he was very sweet. “okay, well, um... we moved around a lot and my dad wasnt around.” you said simply, making it short and not going into much detail.
wilbur gave you a frown. “thats not all, i know it. you dont have to go into detail if you dont want to but i know thats not all of it.”
you looked down and bit your lip. he was right, your childhood was far more sad.
“i’ll tell you, but are you sure you want to hear it? its, super sad.” you said, finally meeting his eyes. he nodded, taking one more bite of his food.
you took a deep breath.
“trigger warning for abuse, substance abuse, suicide, and just straight up sad shit. well, my dad was a woman beater and a cheater; i watched him beat and cheat on my mom numerous times, i basically was the reason my parents split, my mom and sister were alcoholics who took their anger out on me -- never physically, though. we always lost our houses because my mom spent her money on liquor, weed, and cigarettes, i watched my sister try to commit suicide multiple times, i tried it myself, and i had no friends.” you told him, picking at your food -- you knew its not what wilbur was expected.
wilbur sat across from you, stunned. “holy fuck y/n i-- im sorry you had to go through that.” he said softly, a frown on his face. you shrugged. “i cant change the past.”
but inside, you were hurt. you hated your childhood.
“we can watch a movie or something if you want...” wilbur offered, sensing your sorrow. you smiled at your roomate.
“sure.”
