Eddsworld Tom X Reader - I'm Not As What You Think I Am - Uploaded From Quotev

I didn't mean to...Chapter 1(Rewrite, Sort Of)

"B-but ma'am, I just sai-" "No! I never want to hear you speak another word! You just get out this instant, and don't EVER come back you filthy idiot!" A voice shouted, appearing to be the manager of the bar downtown in the UK, as I listened and obeyed her words/orders and sighed in annoyance, walking towards the door, feeling both irritated and upset. As soon as I reached to the door and turned to open it's door knob, it revealed two different women who's faces were expressing/even showing they were a bit ticked off. Another voice was then heard from one of the two woman, as I mentioned this early, they looked really, really ticked off. "What do you want?" One of them asked, one crossing their arms as they continue to concentrate on me, not taking their eyes off on me. I knew I didn't stand a chance and didn't want to spend my time here at the bar, being kicked out and forced to leave, as feeling as upset and frustrated as usual. "Get, out, of, my, WAY!" I shouted as I broke the silence for a short period amount of time, raising my arms and pushed one of the girls down, staring down at her as if I were having trouble seeing someone or something far away from a distance, standing in a spot of where my vision wasn't acting right. After pushing the girl down, I then realized there was a scratch on the back of her left arm, covered in the red, liquid and I felt flabbergasted, yet, sorrow for what I have done.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to-" I apologized, until I was interrupted by hearing more people coming from different directions at the door, separately coming together, forming a big group as murmurs were being heard, and stares were being looked at. They were starting to slowly approach at first the girls, a few people from the group asking if the girl was alright, as for the other, have walked away without saying a word to me, or even to the hurt girl, nor to the people now here. Their face expression looked concerned and as surprised as ever, while the others were the opposite of that, and just didn't care, or, maybe the fact that they didn't like what they just saw if they were in, or nearby the bar. The noises of the murmurs began to increase its voices, as they were being heard loudly as ever, and I felt a hit of pain inside of me heading on my heart, as if it were sprinting, but in other words, beating quickly as ever.

I couldn't take my mind off of this, nor I couldn't move, mainly, the people who were talking about me, or maybe even talking about the scene, what's been happening, "Wait, isn't that Y/n?" One said, an unfamiliar person I have never spoken nor seen in my lifetime, or even here in the U.K, as my eyes began to widen as he somehow knew me, my name. "If it is the one that's insane and lives all by herself with no family members, with no friends, or wait," another voice said, appearing to be a girl that was a bit taller than me, 5'9 in height, and wore a black hoodie with a grey shirt underneath it, and has black hair that a piece of it, was hanging in front of her grey eyes. "Has NO lover, in which she never will, due to being a loner and depressed," she resume talking, smirking at me as she walked up to me from the crowd, having a moment of silence as she was the talker. "Then yeah, THAT'S the Y/n we know," she added, finishing as her, along with the crowd, began and joined in laughing.

"I-I," I stumbled, struggling to speak, as tears began to go up to my eyes, revealing them as I was ready to cry, and unfortunately, I did as I bursted out crying, and sprinted towards the ginormous crowd of people, pushing and shoving them out of the way that were facing me. Knowing what I did was wrong, and even was seen from others around me, made the conflict worse as it already is. I know I was this person, who's voices and thoughts are trapped inside of me, including words as I tried getting and even get offered help several times, declining it or hiding it inside of me, making it worse as it already is.

"T-this isn't who I am!" I shouted to myself, and I knew I had to disagree with that 'fact' or 'statement'. This WAS who I am, and I knew my conscious who also agree and believe it. Just then, a few seconds later, rain began to sprinkle and pour down quickly, and I pulled up my hood and pulled it over my H/L, H/C hair as it was already soaked from its cold liquid(rain). As for the rest of the night(or this chapter), I ran home crying and feeling depressed, being much more soaked than I already was, and I knew if I turned back now, or even show myself again,
I knew I would be hated...