TW// STARVATION & SELF HARM
TOMMY POV
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I jolt up with a gasp.
My head darts around, my tangled hair bouncing as my head beams from side to side.
"You okay Tommy? That was probably one of your worst nightmares... you kept mumbling about a promise in your sleep." Ghostbur asked as he popped from the darkness.
"Yes I'm okay.." I lie as I lay back down, sweating bullets.
"If you say so.." Doubted Ghostbur as he floated to the door. I felt a small breeze from behind him as he went by. It smelled oddly of...beer?
"You coming?" Questions Ghostbur looking back at me with his shiny eyes, filled with blue goo.
I nodded and Ghostbur set out. To make sure the whole thing wasn't a dream, I pulled down the fingerless gloves, to see the bumpy scars. It gave me the urge to start up again. I look to the bedside table to see the shiny compass with "Your Tubbo" carved into the sides.
I grab the piece of sword from last time and swiftly slides it across my arms tens of times.
The red warm blood spews from my arms. I drop the bloody blade and touch the fresh cuts. They were warm and stung as the cold air gaped onto the open wombs.
Because my arm was plastered with scars and open cuts, i began to slice up my thighs, watching the dark red blood fall and slide off my legs, onto the cold wooden floor. I put my fingerless gloves on and stopped the bleeding from my thighs with some spare wool. My tired eyes look at my feet as I walk to the door.
"Tommy! There you are!" Ghostbur squeals handing me some carrots.
I decline the food. My stomach twists and turns with hunger. One way to learn is to not eat. Maybe if I stopped eating I would finally fucking die. My body aches from zero food and many open cuts covering my body along with bruises, red marks and some small scratches from Dream pushing me around.
I hope I will finally die soon.
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