Departed - Minecraft Youtuber Oneshots

blue blanket

"I fell hard in your arms tonight; it was nice..."

Tommyinnit

Angst

Trigger Warnings // Nightmares, Falling, Being Unable To Breath, and Crying.

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Tommy slowly wrapped his familiar blue blanket around himself, usually the sheet would lay on his bed as he hunched over at his computer. But there he was in the dark of his bedroom, his sunken eyes scanning in front of him as he sat at his desk. With his blanket pulled tightly around his thin body. The blonde's eyes quietly flutter shut, and a day dream starts in his agitated mind.

Tommy steps down a gravely path, the stone crumbling against his sneakers. The breeze outside is cool and gently grazes his cheek as the teenager turns to face towards the sky; the sun hangs high in contrast to the bright blue that surrounds it. Puffs of white dotted the sky above Tommy; clouds.

Oh, he loved clouds. How they looked like candy floss just out of his reach in a mighty sea of delicate blue. How when he was little his father would come home from work some days and give him a piece of the candy; he would hold it to the dazzling sky and pretend he was seizing it from the clouds every time. How when he grew he never lost this love of both things.

A small ticking sound slowly rises and Tommy turns to pinpoint the source but is instead met with nothingness. An endless void of nothing but himself to fall into it; his world shifts, and he is forcibly thrown into the abysmal darkness. If he could scream he would but when he attempted to nothing came from his gaping mouth.

Tears streamed from Tommy's eyes as an unknown wind from below pushed against him; he gasped and choked against the force and cried out as he was pulled even further down. But just as it seemed he had been almost at the bottom of the void he was awoken.

A shout escaped from Tommy's lips as he bolted up in his seat, sweat beaded on his forehead as he anxiously glanced around his room. The blonde sighed hopelessly and leaned back; he was in no danger. He was just having a nightmare. Again.

Quietly his pale fingers reached for his phone and he grabbed ahold of it, dialing his best friend. The brit yawned as he took a glimpse at the time that flashed red on his alarm clock.

"Tommy? It's like four in the morning why are you ringing me?" The teen sighed and turned back to looking at his carpeted floor.

"Nightmare." Tommy breathlessly spoke, tiredness and sadness lacing his words.

434 words.