"But why...why would they target you?" He asks
The once comfortable feeling in the room was now replaced with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"I-Um..." Was all that came out of my mouth
He stares at me, eyebrows furrowed and confusio...
'She called me dad' ------------------------------------------------------------ (CW// self harm hints (?) and depersonalization ------------------------------------------------------------
Tommy
The next day was weird I guess you could say, I woke up around 7:30 am because I had forgotten to turn my alarm off for the next week so that's the first thing I did.
I sat up and looked at my wrists...which have new bandages...then everything that happened yesterday comes back to mind.
Phil walked in on my breakdown, I was vulnerable with him, he saw everything...and I called him dad.
'Fucking embarrassing'
I groan and bury my head in my pillow, I stay like that for a few minutes before finally deciding to stop being pitiful and get up to go shower.
---Small time skip cause why not---
I got out of the shower and got dressed in something casual.
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
(Technically not a 'face claim' but I'm using outfit photos from a girl on Pinterest for Tommy cause uh DRIP?, though if she ever sees this I'm going to bury myself 6 ft under so uh yeah)
My hair is short now but it looks like shit so I put a beanie over it.
I stand in front of my bathroom mirror and I can't help but stare at myself...I want to be alright, I really do but right now I don't even feel real.
It's like I'm seeing life through my eyes but my body feels like it's vacant, just empty, and when I move I feel like I'm on autopilot...IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE ON DRUGS, AM I HIGH?
"What. The. Fuck" I mumble, now looking at my hands.
'I hate this feeling'
After like 10 minutes of enduring this shitty feeling I decide to go downstairs for breakfast, maybe it's because I haven't eaten since yesterday.
As soon as I open the door my nose is filled with the warm smell of vanilla and sugar, the kind of scent you would smell at your grandmothers house during a cold morning.
I hear my brothers talking to Phil I assume, it was nothing new so I went downstairs even though my body screamed at me to go back to sleep.
Walking down the stairs was horrid but I went with it, as I step foot off of the last stair I look to see Phil cooking and the twins taking jabs at each other like usual.
