(HEAVILY BEING RE-WRITTEN!!!) Tommyinnit Oneshots ; Mostly Angst

Woken up-Reflection in the mirror (2)

Mention of blood,
Knifes,
Mentioned suicide,

Might of missed some

HOI- welcome to
Reflection in the mirror
(Part 2)

This was my second story i made on here. So today we are Continuing it-

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It was dark, blackness, it was all that filled my sight.

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Coincidentally he was afraid of darkness.

He remembered the thing that happened a couple days ago, he remembers it all.

The pain, the tears.

Voices.
Of someone.
Something.

It was foggy in his brain, it hurt to recall memories that he only knew a few things about. He used to do this when he was lonely as a child. Making up fake memories to try and cover up the present ones.

If you needed to know one thing about tommy was that, he would rather be alone then spend time with people who talk to him daily and never leave him alone.

He sighed, seeing the blood drip from his neck to his hands, seeing the tears drop from his face to the floor, hearing the screams that came out of his mouth.

He wanted to go back, he didn't want this. The death he went through, he didn't want to die that way. He wanted to die by his own doing. By falling, by hanging, by a knife. He just didn't want a demon to do it, he didn't want his own reflection to make his death Come even quicker then he planned.

He was sobbing for minutes, maybe even hours. He didn't know, all he knew was that he needed to go back home.
He wanted to stream, feel, maybe even tell his friends what he was feeling and that they could of helped him.

He remembered that he could try and find a way out, but who was he kidding.
This is real life, not the game he dreamed to play right now.

He wondered how he will get out, how he would live again.. i mean..
Tommy believed in recantation, he did.
He was one to think that he would get born and can live again.

That wouldn't help him now, all he can do is weep, cry.

He wasn't the one to give up but right now, he didn't want to carry on. Sure, he wanted to come back but the strength disappeared and it is filled with pain.

No moving, just laying down feeling bad.

Who knew death was like this.

Darkness..

Tears..

Pain..

Fear..

Thats all tommy could feel.

He felt a slight tingle in his head, next to his ear, hearing things around him, but there wasn't things around him to hear.

He pulled his hair, stress filling his body, fear going up.

'Tommy?—"

One voice..

"Tommy!-"

Another voice.

He slurred slightly, moving his head looking around.

He didn't get it, how could he hear these voices, they sounded oddly familiar.

Like he knew who they belonged too..

Tommy blinked away his tears, on the final blink, places changed, he recognised where he was.
He let out a breath, panicking slightly, calming when he realised he was in his room.

He looked at his desk with his computer still turned on, he was still in a voice call.

"Tommy? Are you okay? Why were you crying..?" He heard his friend say.

' 'm fine phil..just spaced o-out.." he didn't get what was happening.
He was clueless.

"Tommy? Did you have a nightmare again?" Phil asks worriedly, knowing this was the only reason he was in call.

Tommy couldn't sleep unless his friend was on call with him.

Phil's question went through tommy's mind, over. Over. And over.

Thats right..

Phil was right, he was just glad, looking around.
"H-hold on phil..can i just go check something?" Tommy says standing up, walking to the..bathroom.

Where it all went down.
He was ready to see blood, hear a voice, see a unexplained figure in the mirror, but when he went in..
There was nothing, his normal day to day objects lying on the counter, he looked up..

His face was red and puffy, dark circles underlined his eyes.
He looked around, trying or attempting to find the thing that he feared.

But there was..nothing?
He sighed happily, finally realising he was safe.

It was a nightmare,

And tommy..
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