MCYT One-Shots <3

Like A Light Switch

Ello! So, first off, sorry for the short chapter! I've been posting prewritten one-shots and I am running out so, now I have to write more! This won't affect the posting schedule though!

This was also something I wrote way far back. I simply just took it and converted it to Tommy angst! Thank you all so much for the reads! Enjoy the chapter!

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TW/CW: Angst/crying. Very briefly suicide thoughts.

Stay safe everyone! If any of these trigger something, or if any TW/CW on any of my one shots trigger you/something. Do not read!

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The tears streamed down his face. The young boy's sobs echoed through the dark house, the gentle thunder and patter of rain being the only other noise. The moonlight shone through the window, being the only source of light.

He choked on his crys, they were quiet, merely audible. The dirty blonde hair boy turned his head towards the window as lighting struck down. Flinching at bit as another wave of sobs came over him.

He wrapped his arms around himself, shaking as he struggled to keep balance. All of a sudden the boys legs buckled out from under him and he collapsed to the floor. He hit it with a gentle thump.

Staring at the wooden floor, his vision being blurred by tears. He bent his head down a bit as some of the dirty blonde hair fell onto his face. He reached up the back of his hand up to wipe away the tears, but it was no use as they kept coming.

His crys slowed down a tiny bit as he rolled his legs out from underneath himself. Getting into a more comfortable position, curling his legs up to his chest. The boy hugged his knees and rested his head on his knees, just above his hands. They were loosely wrapped around his legs, to exhausted mentally and physically.

Thoughts clouded his mind like a storm, similar to the one outside. Yet this one was more dark, more somber. Tears slowly dried on his cheeks, dull blue eyes staring into nothingness.

The moonlight made the air look a bit white, dust being visible. He leaned into himself a bit more. He was desperately touched starved yet, didn't like it when people touched him. If he hugged them first, it was okay, but when others did it...The boy let out a low chuckle, more so forced. This is so stupid. He thought, frowning. Guess that's just the effect of being touch starved? Or, lonely...? He sighed, now hugging himself tighter. Oh how desperately he wished someone would come hug and comfort him.

But, who would? Really? There was nobody around. His thoughts swirled in his head, some arguing with eachother, or some creating a stronger force. It overwhelmed him to put it lightly. It was a shadow, looming over him, never leaving his side. The only thing that stuck around was that and sometimes he thought it may be better of completely alone.

The young british boy tried so hard to keep his walls up, convinced by his own thoughts. But, he never could and it pained him. Because he then would get to emotionally attached and clingy. That backfired in the end when they left. So, he tried again and again, but never could shut himself off from the world.

And, that he supposed was what made him weak, naive...He shivered, it wasn't cold in the house, but still. A sigh pushed past his lips. He drowned out the thoughts, like he was drowning himself. In his misery, his sadness? He couldn't pinpoint any emotion. So, instead of being scared of going further under the waters surface. The boy felt nothing.

Almost like a light switch, one minute being overpowered with so many emotion, the next minute with none. Or, maybe it was just that so many emotions caused him to feel this way, not necessarily shutting off his emotions, just not caring anymore.

He relaxed a bit, tiredness being to take over. His eyelids felt heavy. His blinking turned slow. His arms only staying wrapped around his legs because his hand was holding on to the others wrist. He let his eyes close, his brain felt heavy. And so, he couldn't stay up any longer with his thoughts and fell into a slumber.