"Alright Tommy. You got the paper?"
"Yep! Eh.... here."
Tommy replied to his mother as he hander her a peice of paper that was neatly folded into sections.
"Thank you Toms. Go ahead and wait over there while I get the refill."
"Then were done right? I'm so tired"
"Yes Toms, just gotta get your medications then were done."
Tommy smiled slightly at his mother as she walked away towards the counter. He then started to make his way to an empty seat and sat there, fiddling with his thumbs.
As he was sitting there, he was approached by a man. Tommy looked up to see who approached him and his eyes widened.
"No... not now..."
Tommy says, the fear visible on his face and voice. His breathing slowly escalated and his trembling was visible.
"Aren't you happy to see me?"
Tommy pulled his hair as he slumped over.
"You're not real. You're not here, you're in jail. No, you're not real.You're not real. You're not real, You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real You're not real"
Tommy repeated, again and again. His breathing never ceased, but then miraculously his bottle of pills appeared on his lap.
He immediately took them and drank 2 pills. As the man slowly disappeared, he also slowly calmed down.
"Tommy, he's not here anymore."
He looked up to see his mother again, and a few other people staring at him with concern. He sighed, knowing he was safe and sound with his mother.
His mother then stood back up to apologize to a man.
"I'm so sorry you had to see him like that.. what brings you here anyway?"
His mother apologized. Tommy looked up to see... William Gold. His friend, non-other than Wilbur Soot. He saw him like that, panicking over nothing.
"Oh I'm just gere to pick up some medicine for Phil. We need it before leaving next week. He's pretty busy with other stuff so I wanted to help him a little."
"Ah is that so, me and Tommy were just leaving."
"Yea I know, nice seeing you Ms. Simons."
"Nice seeing you too William."
"You too Toms, get better will ya?"
Wilbur waved bye to the Simons as Tommy and his mother left the premises. They got in the car, but before they did, his mom asked something.
"Tommy... what do you see..?"
Tommy looked at his mom and tilted his head.
"What do you mean?"
His mom looked hesitant to ask, she knew this could bring bad memories and could bring up another episode. But she wanted to know, so she can help better, better than just giving him pills to intake.
"Well..."
Tommy started off, he glanced back at his mom seeing her eager to know and help him. He sighed and smiled slightly.
"It seems like he's really there... everything seemed to disappear and boom... he's there, looking so... so... terrifying. Threatning to kill me on the spot."
Tommy paused, then continued.
"It's like... I don't know which is which anymore. I don't know if I'm in the real world, or if I'm just having a really long episode."
Tommy finishes as tears started streaming down his face.
"If this was an episode, I wish it never ends."
He whispers at the end, which his mom still hears. His mom burted into tears.
"I am so sorry Tommy, I didn't know it was getting that bad already.."
She sobs into her arms, Tommy hugging her tightly. She didn't want her son to suffer anymore, and she was looking forward to the meeting with his friends, maybe this can change something.
As things calmed down, they started driving off and back to their home. Tommy and his mom was exhausted, they got their passport ready and they were getting their visa's by tomorrow morning.
They were excited to finally meet face to face. Excited to meet his friends. The people who might save Tommy from his miserable life.
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Sorry for the every short chapter, I want as many chapters as possible so yea lmao
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The Life of Tommyinnit // COMPLETED
FanfictionTommy suffers from Schizoprenia. How will he recover? Or will he even recover? Let's read his chapters. DISCLAIMER***!!! I do NOT suffer from Schizoprenia. But I've educated myself on the topic before deciding to write this book. I don't always get...