[This book is old and i mean old. I haven't thought of updating it at all. But I've decided to publicise it again just for the memories :) ]
I Kin Tommy. I mean, come on, who doesn't? (Okay no need to answer that.)
These are being rewrote, that's wh...
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Edit: sorry for taking nearly a month, I haven't been myself lately, I also had to take English classes and I left it in drafts being half complete and I never got back to it until 6 days ago! Sorry if this isn't what the kind of reaction you would of wanted as I'm bad at doing requests :(
(Do check out the first one to know everything)
I don't know Tommy's parents names so please let me make them.
Mother: Sarah (I think that's his moms actual name) Father: Paul (Bitch idk help)
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Bye...? That's all Tommy said, leaving his parents confused..
The man sighed, laying his head back. "Isn't Thomas meant to come downstairs by now?" Paul questioned, slightly worried, "he comes down after streaming the...Game?"
Sarah nodded, " yeah, he normally does, should we check?" The man nodded while getting up, waiting for his wife.
"He does need to eat his food, that's still left on the counter," Sarah chuckles, walking to the door and then up the stairs, hearing the footsteps of her husband behind her. Paul also agreed, he does need to eat.
Ever since his friend passed away, he just hasn't been himself. Paul himself, knew the feelings or so he thought..
As they reached their sons room, they knocked waiting for the casual 'I'm streaming' or 'Don't come in!'..
They didn't hear anything, so they got slightly more worried, but not enough to freak out. He might of passed out or just fell asleep forgetting.
Just in case, they opened the door, peaking around the room. Not fully entering, still giving his son privacy.
"Why did he even say bye in the first place, we are here?" Paul whispered, watching Sarah shrug her shoulders and pout. "Did we make him upset?" She asked back..
Surely not, they never made his upset unless it was for the best of him. As they entered the room, they smelt a very light rust smell, like metal.
This confused them as they didn't have any metal, in or near the house. The smell came from the bathroom, getting stronger as they went near the door, the light was on, the door was shut.
Paul knocked, waiting for his son to answer or just say something! "Thomas!" He shouted from behind the door, knocking once more. "Tommy, can you say something so we know you're in there?" The lady asked, walking next to Paul. She grabbed his shoulder, pulling it down, moving his arm so she could get to the handle.
She turned the handle, thinking it would be locked, but it wasn't. She gently hummed to herself, glad. She turned to Paul, nodding and smiling as a way to say 'go in'.
He obviously didn't get the gist, so she just took her own actions. Which probably was one of the worst choices ever.
As her husband followed, they were both terrified. Traumatised? More so, their son, only son, was on the ground. Covered in blood, his wrists and neck slashed, words written on the floor.
This all made them cry, why did he do this? Was he not happy? They did everything, yet it wasn't enough..
What about the 2 years in mental hospital? 3 years in therapy??...
Did they not do good enough?
Sarah shot to her sons body, clinging onto it for dear life. Sobbing and gasping. "PAUL—" She shouted, "CALL THE AMBU-U..LANCE!!" She choked on her words, waiting for air too fill her lungs, Paul on the other hand..
Was on the phone to the hospital, he too, was also crying but not as bad.
It was like he suspected it.
Sarah saw something and it made her a little bit better, she had a little hope.
Tommy slurred slightly, grunting, like he was having a nap. Meaning they still had a chance, to rescue their son. Bring him back home again, awake, healthy..
She felt his pulse.. It was very faint.
"Shit-! Hurry up! Hurry up!" She repeated the words over and over again, as her husband was pacing back and forth on his phone still speaking to them.
As the call ended, it al, went silent, apart from the whimpering and crying.
She hugged her son, maybe for the last time, saying:
"Don't worry Toms..I promise, you'll be okay soon."
That still didn't stop her panicky actions, putting cloths over the cuts. Paul, sat down, dumbfounded, out of his own mind. His son..was in front of him...
