TW// Very detailed depictons of suicide and a very sad Ghostbur
Tommy POV
I can't take it anymore. All these thoughts are wrapping around my head like a line of string, however I'd honestly want it to cut my brain into hundreds of pieces. Tubbo doesn't care, Ghostbur doesn't care, Ranboo doesn't care, Dream doesn't care. Nobody does. But then again, who the hell cares about a selfish, worthless monster who just ruins peoples lives? There's nothing left for me in this terrible earth. It's just a dumpster worth of a place, nobody cares for others, only themselves. People don't fucking understands what others are going through and just adds the shit to the pile. This is why people kill themselves, and this is why I am too.
I grab a rope from the tent and I tie it so gracefully, despite what I'm creating. After tying it to a thick branch on a tree, I grab an empty book and I write my goodbye letter. When I had finished, I returned back to the noose and climbed up the tree, sitting on the branch. I put the rope around my cold bruised neck. I inhale one last time.
"Goodbye everyone." Was my last words before jumping off the branch, making myself suffocate on the tight rope thats around my neck. I cough on my spit and my breaths get cut off from the tightness.
Finally, everything went black. Goodbye.
Ghostbur POV
I float over with Dream to visit Tommy in Logstedshire. But I stopped dead in my tracks. No. That can't be Tommy. I go over to him and I scream so loud that the birds fly out from the trees, my baby blue tears flow down my face while I break down. Tommy's so pale and covered in cuts. That poor boy, he was only 17. Not even an adult and his life was ripped from his bare bloody hands. I look down to see a book. My cold fingers open it and my eyes sprint through the words like it was the end of the world.
"Dear everyone,
I'm sorry about this. If you heard through someone of came to visit, I'm dearly sorry. I can't take the terrible pain of waking up every morning realizing that nobody has came to visit me. If you didn't know already, I tortured myself in the most sicking ways possible; from cutting to starving myself till I puked from hunger. I know I'm to young to die, but, I believe it is my time to die. So goodbye to anyone who cares.
-Tommy"
I bawl and shake, why? Who did this to my poor little brother? Who made him like this! I don't want this to be the end of Aliveinnit. Please..
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(Rewriting for now) Never My Time To Die ~ A Tommyinnit Angst Fic
De TodoTommy had always been such an exciting kid, smiling and screaming with glee whenever he could. When his older brother Wilbur died at the hands of his own father Tommy was clueless. When his closest friend had left him and became the president of L'm...
