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Character: Tommyinnit
Setting: Apartment building at sunset, cafe at night
Age: 16Possible triggers for this chapter:
• Suicidal thoughts (I don't know if what I wrote classifies as this but I will put a trigger just in case)A/n: Yikes... this was supposed to be posted yesterday but my internet went out in the middle of writing so sorry bout that
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|*~Tommy POV (3rd person)*~|Feeling the wind gently hitting his face as the sun was about to set, he felt calm for the first time in a while.
Glancing over the edge of the building he was sitting on top of, he saw the bustling city below him. He always loved how everything lit up at night. He remembers admiring the pretty lights the first time his mother took him here. They moved because of his dad's job, that is after she died...
Cancer took her life around 4 years ago when Tommy was 12. He doesn't remember a time after that where he was actually happy.
She wasn't able to do her job so they were only making half of what they were before. Both the grief and the low money they had led them to move into a cheap apartment building, the one he was sitting on top of now.
Taking a deep breath he once again glanced down seeing the cars whizzing by. Did he really want to go this far though. Sighing he ran a shaky hand through his hair. His hair that his mother used to brush for him every day before school.
Even though he complained and grumbled in annoyance he was grateful. And now he just wishes for one more day, one more hour, one more minute even to be able to thank her and say his goodbyes. Maybe I do want to do this. If I die I'll get to see her again.
But how would his father take this? He'd already lost the woman he loved and now he was going to lose his son too.
Tommy thought back to the note he hid under his pillow, he didn't want his dad to find it just yet. Both because he wasn't completely sure he wanted to go through with it and it also gave him time to think.
The cons outweighed the pros here. His sadness and pain and most of the time emptiness outweighed the happiness he got once in a blue moon.
One of the last happy memories he has was last year when they went to his mom's favorite breakfast place. They talked about life, his dads work, school, and basically any other thing they could talk about. Remembering when they came here as a family, the two males laughed about the fond memories that were made.
It was late at night and we had come to get waffles for dinner, just like every other year on my birthday. It was around 10:30 pm and everyone had left so it was just us and one of the workers in the back. Dad had whispered something to the worker and when he came back the cafe music stopped and it started playing my favorite song. My mom started humming the song to me and stood up. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. We started dancing to the tune and laughing when one of us accidentally stepped on each other's toes. My dad was laughing too. When the song ended he walked over to us and pulled us both into a hug. "Happy birthday toms, I love you so much." His mom smiled at him.
He hadn't noticed but he started crying. Fuck he missed her. How she always smelled like vanilla and her home-cooked meals. Her caring smile and warm hugs. Why did it have to be her?
Life was unfair and cruel. Which is why he wanted to escape.
*tweet tweet* alarmed, he looked over to the side of him *tweet tweet* then behind him *tweet tweet* his face softened when he saw a nest with a gray-ish brown, wide-eyed bird sitting in it. He recognized it as a mourning dove. His eyes widened, it was his mother's favorite bird.
I loved learning about different types of birds from my mother. She wasn't a bird watcher but she had a huge fascination with them. She even had a journal where she wrote about them in. It also had various pressed flowers in it.
The bird hopped a few times and started flying away. Following it, Tommy didn't notice how close to the edge he was getting. Tracking the bird with his eyes, it fluttered around his head and stopped with his back facing the edge of the roof.
He took a step back. A sinking feeling immediately engulfing him and then... nothing.
He died that day...
Or so he thought.
Slowly opening his eyes he was back on the roof. In front of him was standing a silver whisp in the shape of a human. Locking eyes with this being, his breath hitched. He recognized those eyes. They looked like his. The two silently exchanged a hug, Tommy still in disbelief.
"..M-mom?...." the mentioned boy questions
"Hello, Toms." She said with a saddened smile.
"I- I can't believe your here. H-...how are you here.. where did you come from?.." He said quietly.
"I was always here... but I couldn't let you die. Not now." She said, her tone firm and even. Nothing less than worry shown on her face despite that.
"I know you guys miss me, and I miss you too. But I can't speak to you for much longer. I love you Tommy. Please tell your father the same."
"I- I will." He said shakily, on the verge of tears. There was a long silence.
"You were s-such a g-g..good mother. I d-don't know h..how I can ever be happy again..." He managed to choke out before he broke into tears.
In an instant he felt arms wrap around him and he hugged back as he sobbed into his mother's ghost shoulder.
"Please stay alive for me Toms." She whispered. Then she was gone.
His mother saved his life that day...
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