Tw: self-harm, attempted suicide, voices, blood
Months have passed since Freddie visited Tommy, as the older visits the younger rarely as he is mostly occupied
Leaving these past months for the voices to come back, every time they taunt Tommy to do something that will bring him back to his demise.
As the sun shows up across the scenery, Tommy was anxious about the atmosphere surrounding him, he felt cautious about it, something doesn't feel right at that moment
The voices...there here to taunt him again
The loud ringing was all he can hear, the young blond sat on a cold wooden floor as he grips his hair mumbling for the voices to stop... and yet again they didn't, they just continued to taunt him at the end of the day
"waste of time" a voice spoke as the blond gripped his hair harder than he already does "go kill yourself" this time he felt troubled breathing "end it all, no one will even bother" slowly the world around him felt like it's closing, he felt cramp "they all hate you" nothing felt real anymore this time, no one is there to help him
"JUST DO IT, KILL YOURSELF"
That was the final straw, Tommy got up finding something in his drawer, his hands were shaking...then he felt it, a cold feeling of metal— he picked it up pressing it against his pale cold skin
The voices has taunted him enough to finally do it, there he stands at the side of his own bed as he presses the cold metal to his skin watching the blood drip to the floor.
Tears started to escape his eyes while he quietly sob, the pain felt amazing.
He continues to cut his skin not even bothering the pool of blood that is creating
And a wave of dizziness hit him, Tommy stumbled to the side falling off his bed...the blood continued to drip now staining the white comforter of the teen
He wanted to close his eyes and feel the freedom he was longing for, but he was scared, he was scared of what would happen
Tommy quickly picked up the nearest cloth around him to stop the bleeding, why was he now scared, he wants this to happen, but then he got scared and stops it
He hates it, he hates that he failed again. He wants to be gone and feel the freedom he wants, he panicked, he was terrified to die yet he wants too
Tommy just curled himself onto a ball on his bed as the cloth stayed wrapped around the blond's bleeding arms.
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Fanfiction━Tom Simons, is an eighteen years old boy who lives in a small flat in Brighton. Everything is going well until his parents got themselves in an accident, both taking away their lives leaving their only son devastated. Months passed, and Tommy isola...
