Alone

Chapter One: Silence

Quiet...

It's all he could think of.

Quiet... it's too quiet...

The silence only grew more agonizing. Have you ever been in silence so long that it eventually becomes loud? Your thoughts driving you crazy?

If not, I'll explain. Sometimes silence is needed but when your alone, no music, no voices, no people. Just silence by itself for days, weeks on end. It slowly grows painful until there's a ringing in your ear. The agonizing pain of the insanity it'll bring among the person it falls on.

As for Tommy, that's exactly what he was stuck with. Locked away from his only friends, and family. No road home, the boy had to fend for himself.

All my fault...I did this to myself...

He thought. All that kept him company were his thoughts and a ghost. The ghost of one of his only friends, Wilbur Soot.
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Tommy lay curled up helpless in the cool night. A white tent covered him from the rain that fell above. It was the only other sound that he'd heard in a while.

He hadn't seen a soul besides the man, the man that always took souvenirs. Even his ghost friend had left. He had once sent out invites to a party he threw just to see his old friends, yet no one came.

Did the invitations not go through? Surly, must have. Or so the blonde boy thought.

Tommy's ears rung with thoughts. He gone through many sleepless nights. He yearned to feel again, to see his friends, to see Tubbo...

He was stuck in the nonstop loop of silence. Yet again another sleepless night ahead full of tears and regrets.
What did I do... I tried to apologize...

No matter what he'd try to get through. Was it the reality he believed? Was this it? Was he going to be left to rot alone in the dungeon he called his mind?

They left him. They left .. maybe it wasn't his fault. A soft sigh of sadness and anger came from the male's mouth. He couldn't lay here, no he had to do something. Occupy his angry mind before it overcame him.

He grabbed torches and his pickaxe and headed down to the mines. He gathered iron and coal whilst speaking his faults.
"I'm just a kid.."
he whispered slowly growing more aggressive.

"I'm just a fucking Kid!"
His iron pickaxe hit the ground with a clang, as he fell to his knees.
"W-why...!"
Tommy broke out in sobs.

This was never what he wanted. He wanted the happiness that the world once brought him. He wanted the freedom he once had. Why him? What did he do?

His sobs turned into agonizing screams, his ears rung with intrusive and angry voices.
"N-no no no!"
He wanted it to stop

Soon it stopped, everything stopped. He looked around as he grew noususe. Thud...
He hit the ground passing out. Hours went by. He lay there against the cold stone his pick lie next to him.

Hi there! I know this is a little short for a first chapter. I hope you all like it. I may or may not repost this on Ao3 aswell I'm not sure yet but if you have any suggestions or advice I'd gladly take it! <3