𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 | 𝔻𝕊𝕄ℙ 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥

7: Losing My Sanity

The Dream House Part Seven

TW: Blood, self-harm.

Tommy's POV

It was a Saturday and school was right around the corner. We had a holiday before this, meaning I procrastinated everything school related. I haven't started on my math homework because math sucks and I don't understand a single part of it. It's hard being a teenage streamer. Streaming and making videos make me happy but I can't do that all the time when I have school to worry about.

Sapnap came downstairs and realized I stood staring at my math textbook.

"Tommy, why aren't you doing your homework?" He snapped, walking past me and into the kitchen.

I was forced to do it. They pay for my education and in some way, I see them as my family. Especially Dadza... I MEAN PHILZA-

Anyway, Sapnap wasn't the first person to ask me that question, Phil did too. Jack was watching the TV 20 feet away from me so I used that as an excuse.

"The TV's distracting," I replied.

"Oh sorry, Tommy," Jack excused, quickly switching the TV off. "I was planning on going out anyway."

"Do your homework, Tom," Phil chimed in.

"It better be finished before Dream gets home," Sapnap announced, carrying a bag of chips and walking upstairs. "We wouldn't want another call from your teacher."

Ugh, them and their fucking stupid rules-- No, I didn't mean that. I'll try to do my math homework. It's just that I have no clue how to do it and no one's offering to help.

I went through my textbooks and some notes then tried to answer the first question. I sighed loudly before Wilbur flashed a concerned look.

"Do you need some help?" Wilbur inquired, walking over to me.

"Yeah, I don't understand this," I answered, pointing to my book.

Before Wilbur could reply, his phone rang.

"Wilbur, it's four o'clock. Where are you?" Ranboo questioned sternly over speakerphone.

"Oh, shit!" Wilbur cursed, he had to film something with Ranboo today. "I forgot."

"Are you busy?"

"I'm helping Tommy with his homework."

"Ah, Tommy's smart enough to do his homework."

"Alright. I'll be there in 20."

Wilbur hung up then apologized to me, walking away.

Tubbo isn't enough for him? Does he have to steal Wilbur too? So fuckin' annoying. I wish I was back at the orphanage. I could have Tubbo to myself and we'd talk for hours....

Memories of those days in the orphanage were still vivid. Not the good ones either. I was snapped out of my thoughts. I shook my head as I tried to forget my past.

I attempted to answer the math question. Once I finished, I checked the answers and I did it incorrectly.. I ripped the paper off my book in frustration, crumpling it with rage and throwing it to the ground right before Puffy walked downstairs.

"Don't forget to throw that," Puffy said in the most polite tone, but I couldn't help but be mad.

"Where are ya going?" Phil queried, opening the front door.

"My job interview," Puffy responded in a hurry.

Phil held the door for Puffy as she walked outside with him.

I think there were only five or six people in the house right now, and I'm the only one downstairs.

I bit my lip nervously. I was slowly losing my sanity with how difficult this question is. It's stupid how mad I'm getting over this. It's like the orphanage all over again. Oh god.

I read the question but couldn't stop getting stressed over it. I grabbed the pair of scissors from my pencil box and scrapped my hand with them over and over. Tears started to cloud my field of vision as I breathed shakily.

I watched as thick dark red blood formed and oozed out of my hand. It dripped onto my math book but I didn't give a shit.

I've done this several times before in the orphanage but no one knew about it other than Tubbo.

I heard the front door open and tried to keep it together but I just couldn't. I don't know what was wrong with me. It was Fundy and Niki that came in, I glanced at them and painful sobs escaped my lips.

"TOMMY, WHAT THE HELL!!?" Fundy bawled, snatching my scissors away.

"What happened!?" Niki concered and touched my wounded hands gently.

"I- I don't know how t-" I stuttered, hearing a familiar voice outside.

Niki hugged me, getting blood on her sleeves.

"Go get the first aid kit," She demanded, glancing back at Fundy.

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly.

"I don't know how to do my homework," I mumbled.

"You shouldn't cut yourself just because of that! This is bad."

"Dream coming... Wh- he's gonna get mad!!" I claimed, stressing out.

"Why would he?" Niki questioned.

"I- he's gonna judge me-" I stated.

Dream entered shortly after and I quickly pulled away from Niki, thinking of the worst possible shit he was going to say to me.

[830 words]