⚠️TW
Swearing
Abuse
Blood
Suicide attempt (ish)
Tommy's POV
It was the morning after what I will can another event, and I was just chilling in my room scrolling through Twitter . I know my dad has work today so I thought I mine as well head downstairs for some food. I opened my door and peaked my head out. Not to my surprise I saw nothing but closed doors and empty beer cans.
I quietly walked down the steps just in case. But clearly I wasn't quiet enough because when I reached the bottom of the stairs my head was met with an empty beer bottle. I cried in pain as the bottle broke over my head. Blood dripped down my face, my father looked at my with an angry stare.
"What are you doing down!!" I frantically looked around trying to find and excuse then I found it
"T-to do the d-d-dishes" I stuttered, fear clear in my voice. Thinking my excuse worked would be false hope. Suddenly my face was met with an aggressive slap. I fell backwards from the force and landed on my back.
"Now I will ask again, what are you doing down!?" He asked me with an angry tone.
"T-to get food" I said shyly
"I knew it! You fat pig" he screamed right at my face. Then he suddenly kicked me in the gut. I cowered backwards and curled up into a ball hoping to avoid anything else. But with my luck it kept coming.
He began to scream insults at me like it was his job and continued to hit and kick me. I screamed in agony every time he kicked me into a corner of slapped me across the face. After about 2 minutes straight in hell he backed off.
"Those dishes better be sparkling when I get back" he spat at me in annoyance. I sat with my legs to my chest till he was off the driveway and I sighed in relief.
"That could have gone way worse" I thought to myself. After a moment of contemplating my life's choices I decided to get up and be productive.
After 2 hours of hard work I was able to check everything off my mento do list.
Wash the dishes- ✅
Wipe the counter-✅
Vacuum-✅
Do the floors-✅
Tidy-✅
Take out the trash✅
After what felt like endless tasks I knew I needed to eat something. I tried to recall the last time I ate and I couldn't remember so I knew that wasn't good. I opened the fridge door expecting a few apples but instead I saw a few cases of beer and a rotten carrot. I knew neither of those were valid items I decided to go get food.
I slipped on my favourite sneakers, my iconic puffy blue jacket and my air pods and headed out the door.
So far my walk had gone like it always does when I walk this way. I fed the ducks a few small pieces of bread I always keep in my pocket, dropped a ten in mister Murphy's guitar box as he played, and said hello to the old lady working in the flower booth. All had felt normal until I reached the bridge near my home.
It was a large walking bridge that helped people get across the 40 foot gap in the ground that led to a deep but slow river. Something felt off the second I saw a group of people gathered around a spot at the edge of the bridge. I took out my air pods and began to pick up the pace walking towards the group of people as my curiosity spiked. As I got closer I saw almost everyone in the group had their phones out recording one spot on the railing I still could not see because of people. Everyone had a different expression on their face, some were shocked, some were horrified, some even looked very amused.
As I got closer I saw what they were looking at. My heart dropped, I felt my face become a horrified stare. There was a girl about 16 years old sitting on the railing zoned out staring at the water.
Shit.
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