\\ Tommy //
Trigerwarning: death, loss
Time stopped
As Tommy watched the country he loved get blown up. And at the head of it all was his own brother. The one he trusted more then anyone, the one he looked up to, and the one that he build this country with.
Screams could be heard echoing of the ruins that were once peoples homes. In a moment everything changed, everyone changed, but time, time stayed still. And in the middle of it all was Tommy, all alone, having lost all that and all those that made him him. Since everyone that remained, turned to him. Not to grieve his lost brother, not to help the lost boy but to blame the one that was easiest to blame. The brother that should've seen it coming, the friend that should've checked up on Wilbur, The boy that didn't....
Even though those words weren't said to him directly, he could see them in the way the people looked at him. He could feel it in the distance that would remain between him and who once was a friend, but now turned into a scared stranger, begging he wouldn't do the same as his brother. He could taste it in Niki's pastries, the once that used to taste like sweetness and love but now only left a bitter taste in Tommy's mouth.
And he could hear it, as the voices in his head continued to scream.
And Tommy's time stood still, as others seemed to move again. People started cleaning up the ruins and building up their homes again. People started to pick up their routines again. People started to move on, and people seemed to forget.
But Tommy didn't, he couldn't. How was he supposed to act like everything was okay again. How could he be the old Tommy, when every piece of him was blown up that day. How could he move on when he lost his brother, his home, his everything. How could he be okay again. How could he gain his friends trust again. How could he pick up the pieces again. How could he go back to normal. HOW COULD HE
make time start again
Losing Wilbur was hard, losing his home was hard, losing everything he loved was hard, losing his friends was hard, but losing himself....
Losing himself was the hardest
Losing the spark in his eyes, losing the warmth behind his touch, losing himself.
Trough out this all, the voices remained , the scars remained, the hatred for himself remained. But slowly time started up again, because one day it had to. See Tommy had learned that for time to move on again, you didn't have to accomplish anything , you just have to let it continue.
As Tommy started talking to people again, started pretending to be okay again.
As he picked up the pieces again.
But Tommy never was whole again, he was never the old, careless Tommy again, he was never the same again, he was never the young brother again.
He would never be any of those things again.
He would never take of the mask again, the one he build with the broken pieces of the old Tommy, the one everyone else saw. He would never show the real Tommy to anyone anymore. Afraid of what would happen if he did, afraid of what he could do. And afraid of what others would say.
But sometimes, only sometimes as he was sitting by l'Manhole watching his scarred reflection in the lake. Time would stop again, and only for a moment he would become his true self. The broken and lost boy that watched his world burn down.
And in the blink of an eye, time started again, and the reflection of the lake showed the mask again. And Tommy pretended again, like he had been for a long time.
