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I hated it, the screaming, the fighting, and being alone in this house. I sat curled up in my room. The lights were off, not even my nightlight had been turned on.
‘Creak’ ‘Creak’
Footsteps came closer to my door till it finally opened. There stood my older brother, with long pink hair and a face that I'd seen a hundred times before. “Me and Phil are going out ok.”
I didn’t answer.
“Wilbur is going to be here with you.” he tried to sound more cheery, though I had had enough. Walking over he placed his hand on my hair ruffling my golden locks they seemed obsessed with it, to be honest, it kind of scared me.
“I’ll see you soon, my golden sun.” that nickname made me sick not the fact that it made me feel like a useless child but what it meant. If I was the sun, who was the moon?
But I smiled till he left.
He left my door open cracked just enough for the light to hit my face. Then I heard it, Wilbur screaming at our dad not to leave. I saw his books filled with projects he was on his fourth world and he was working harder than he ever had but we wanted him home.
“Dad please at least leave tomorrow,” he begged. Dad stared at him and smiled. His smile was so genuine, so loving, so caring, and yet none of it was given.
Soon he left.
“Theseus?” a woman's voice questioned. “How much longer do I have to stay here?”
She was silent, staring at me as if she'd seen me before. She's stared at me like this before. Sometimes I remember why other times I don't.
“Why do you look at me like that?”
“Like you’ve seen me before.”
Her black eyes stared into my pearly blue. “I can’t tell you something you already know.”
With that, she disappeared. I was left with questions.
"Hey, Tommy." Wilbur poked his head into my room with a weak smile on his face.
That look I hated it, it was the same look mother always gave me like they'd seen me before. I mean yes they saw me yesterday, last week, last month, but that look was as if they'd seen me from years before I was born. I didn't understand it.
"Hey, Wilbur," I spoke to him, I trusted him.
"Um, you wanna go visit Tubbo?" He asked. I smiled at that. I could go see my friend.
Walking in the woods, sticks crawling beneath our feet, the ground had grown a custom to us leaving a trail in the dirt. Passing a lake Wilbur smiled. I knew why though dad didn't.
"Tommy!" A voice shouted my name. Then I saw him a small boy with floppy ram ears and tiny horns showing through his thick brown hair. "Oof!" He tackled me. His hugs were tight but loving his eyes looked at me.
'I saw you yesterday!' they screamed. His eyes were the only ones I could stare into for hours.
"Hello, Tubbo." I smiled at him. He pulled me to my feet dragging me into the house as both Wilbur and Schlatt followed.
Sitting in their home I felt at home but then again I didn't. Sitting with Tubbo I felt joyous as he played with my wings and talked about his horns growing.
At the moment the room felt peaceful then suddenly I felt as if I didn't even exist. Tubbo seemed to walk straight through me ranting on and on about something I couldn't even hear.
"Tubbo?" I muttered. "Tubbo?" My voice grew shaky. My breathing grew uneven as I panicked. "Tubbo?!" I screamed.
"...?" I couldn't hear him. The silence was too loud, too much to bear.
"I'm so sorry." She said her voice soft as a cold breeze waking me from this dream.
"Sorry for what?" I questioned. Her wing curled around me. I'd never felt so at peace. "Wake up Theseus."
"Wh–"
Opening my eyes I felt pain shoot throughout my body sitting up in my bed my wings– my wing tucked to my back broken beyond repair. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to go back home but I knew that I'd just wake up in pain again. My head dropped, then I saw it. A black feather in my hands.
"I didn't want to wake up."