We Saved Each Other (Tommyinnit)

26- till my heart stops beating

Welcome my friends to another chapter!!! I hope you enjoy!!

⚠️TWS
Cursing
Blood
Mentions of child abuse
Talk of death

Nobody's POV

"You dick"

Tommy took a firm hold of the wall to stay up but it didn't last long. Soon enough Tommy couldn't stay up and thumped to the ground. The vibration slightly rattled his desk resulting in his headphones falling off the desk and unplugging. Before Tommy could say a word everyone started gushing out.

"Tommy! Who the fuck was that?!"

"Did he he really stab you!?"

"Is that your dad?!"

"Is this normal at your home!?"

"Call 999!"

"Hey hey hey, one question at a time" Tommy chuckled, trying to stop thinking about his impending doom.

"I think I can ask this on behalf of all of us, who was that" ranboo asked, you could hear his sobs and cracked words, no matter how hard he tried to stay strong. Tommy decided he didn't want any of his possible  last words to be Lies so he declared to himself he will not lie.

"Yep" he responded simply, reaching up his shelf and grabbing a pair of scissors.

"Y-you look l-likeyou deal with t-this daily, h-how long has this s-shit been happening" Tubbo stuttered out.

"About ten years, I have always wondered if he would ever go this far, he got close, but being stabbed is a first!" He exclaimed. As he answered he began to cut down his shirt.

"W-why didn't y-you say anything?" Phil asked, sadness evident in his voice. Tommy broke hearing Phil's sadness and knowing he caused this. The next thing he heard brought him into the pull of reality.

"Tommy your still streaming" Wilbur said in realization. Tommy looked up to see chat moving at lightning speed and donations still rolling in. He used up his little energy left and pulled his cracked phone out of his pocket. He opened it with his blood covered hands and looked at his messages. He had a message from his mods saying this. "We have lost control of the stream, we are working our asses off but there is nothing we can do at this point" Tommy sighed at the sight of the message but moved onto the next.

It was a message from twitch and it read. "There has been a glitch in the servers and we cannot turn off stream. We can tell there is nothing you can fo about this so you will not be banned. Stay safe and fight" he smiled and wondered if it was a human or robot who sent that. He was brought back to really by his friends calling to him.

"Tommy, Tommy, Tom-"

"Sorry just zoned out" Tommy said drowsily. He put down the scissors in his hand when he finally cut a line down the middle of his shirt.

"Someone call 999" Tommy said realizing that would help.

"On it" he heard Phil say. Tommy carefully peeled the blood soaked shirt off his body and whimpered at the sight of the wounds. The cuts were spilling blood and the severed skin glowed a bright red. Blood was spatted all over his abdomen and his hands were coated in scarlet red.

"Will call Lia" Tommy quickly said, knowing he cannot deal with this alone.

"Y-yeah" Wilbur responded, trying to stop sobbing but failed. He quickly dialled her number and she picked up on the first ring.

"L-Lia you need t-to g-"

"To t-Tommys i k-know, I was watching the s-stream, tell h-him I am two m-minutes out" she interrupted him before hanging up, the pure horror and pain in her voice was all too noticeable. But more than anything the fear in her voice was most noticeable.