The Life of Tommyinnit // COMPLETED

His Story

Dream approached the group as he was going to BesTow upon them sAcRed iNforMation. Jokings aside, he was nervous. Dream never knew why Tommy had PTSD or Schizoprenia, but he respected his privacy and didn't push the topic.

"Hey."

Dream started off, earning the attention of the group. Silence took over before wilbur spoke up.

"So... are you gonna fill us in on something?"

"Yea like, Tommy has PTSD and Schizoprenia?"

Phil says after. They all waited for Dream to say something. Dream took a deep breath as he calmed his nerves.

"You're right. He does have those illnesses. I'm just here to tell you to uh... please don't treat Tommy any differently."

Dream paused, when no one talked he continued.

"Were open to any questions. Do any of you have one?"

Then suddenly Niki raised her arm along with a few others. Dream sweatdropped, getting ready for the questions.

"Uh, Niki?"

"What happened to Tommy? Like, how did he even develop those?"

"Ah– well uhm... Motherinnit never told me and I thought it was fine since it's his life and I wanted to respect their privacy—"

"I'll tell you."

Motherinnit cuts Dream off as she stood up from her seat then stood next to Dream.

"These past few days has been amazing. And I realized how much Tommy smiles whith you all. I think you deserve to know."

She sits down, motioning for Dream to do so as well. As they did, she began to speak.

"Tommy had a very @bus1v3 father. Just a few months a go he was sent to jail for 15 years."

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"AH!"

A boy about the age of 13 screams as he was punched in the stomach. He fell to the ground and spat out bl00d.

His nose was bleeding and cuts littered his body.

"Tommy!"

A woman shouts for the boy. That boy was her son, he was getting beaten by a man. A man that was supposed to give them love and care instead of beating them each day.

"I-I'm ok mum...!"

The boy smiled at his mother as he got hit at the head with a bottle. He collapsed to the ground as bl00d flowed through his head.

The man scowled then kicks the boy hard enough for the boy to be sent flying from the living room to the other side of that room.

The man leaves the house then locks it from the outside. They were stuck once again in that house that they call hell.

The woman stood up from where she was despite the multiple cuts and bruises. Her wounds could not compare to her son.

She cried and cried.

"YOU F*CKING MONSTER!"

She cried out. Holding her son tightly, repeating the words "I'm sorry" to his ears. After she was done crying, she wiped her tears away and carried her son to his room, she them barricaded the door as she placed her son down at his bed.

She then went ahead and got the first aid kit from the bathroom and went back to her son's bed. She started cleaning the wounds and putting on bandages afterwards.