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

Who is that guy?

! UNFINISHED !

Tw / Cw :

Abuse

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"Matt!"

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Tommy woke up in a sweat. He was short of breath and he didn't know why. He breathed in and out, in and out.
He didn't know what caused this. Tommy looked around the room, a room that he feared. A knock echoed through the room, he stared at what made the noise.

A door. The entrance to the room, he held his breath and didn't breathe until he felt like he was going to pass out.
"Matt! Open this door!" A lady-like voice scream. What? He looked around more, trying to find out who this Matt was.

He jumped when the door handle started to twist. "Matt, please. It's urgent." She said a lot more calmly, knocking the door softer. "W-who..?" Tommy paused, his voice sounded different. Younger. "Matty! Oh my-..Thank god your alive!" The woman sobbed. "No! W-who are you. Who is M-Matt?" He yelled, moving away from the door.

Everything was silent, nothing moved. Tommy didn't dare to move. "Ah, still-..I'm glad you still have your personality.." She said, her voice getting softer and softer. Tommy punched the floor with his fist, over and over.

"Please, Matty! Open the door, I beg."

He ignored her. Why did he sound so young. He looked up and saw that he had a shelf with a card on. He couldn't reach it by standing, he'd need a chair or something to use to reach it.

"Matt? Please, it's your mum! What are you doing in there.." She asked, moving the door handle again.
He stood on a chair that he found in the corner of the room. Tommy looked up and reached for the card.

Mateusz Slabskowski
12-10-2016

It was an ultrasound photograph..Who the hell was this? This couldn't of been him.. He did sound younger. "Mateusz.. I just want to hug you, I haven't seen you since you have gotten out of hospital." She cried, you could hear the sadness in her voice. Tommy took a breath. She sounded sad, he sounded younger. If he had to pretend to be another child.. then so be it.

Only if he can get back home, with his dad and brothers.

He made his way towards the door while shaking and biting his lip. As he reached the handle, there were more desperate knocks. He jumped back and sniffled. "Matt? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. We are taking little steps, remember?" She asked which led him to be confused while walking back over to the door again.

He unlocked it. He tried to make it as silent, so the woman wouldn't know, but unlocking the door sounded like a gun being reloaded. The door swung open and he was latched onto. He was in strong arms, sobbing and sniffling was all he could hear. Was that from him? "I'm so sorry, sweetie. Papa wasn't very nice, he said he didn't mean to slam his hand down onto your fist." She hugged him tighter. "He said he didn't mean to cut you, he is very sorry." She continued, playing with his hair.

"C-cut me? What..?" He asked, which made the woman nod. "Baby steps." She kept repeating, non stop. He sighed and hugged into her. Tommy never had a mother to look up too, always a father. "Mama's here, are you hurt anywhere else?" He shook his head, he couldn't feel the body he was in at the moment.

She sighed happily, hugging him tighter. "Thank god, We need to get out of here someday, someday soon. Matty, do you wanna go see—"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS ON THE FLOOR?!" A loud voice boomed out, footsteps following. The lady started to shake and whimper. He looked at the lady and saw she had her uniform from her job still on. She seemed to be a nurse, a name tag was clipped onto her uniform.

Ewa Slabskowski, that name seemed familiar to Tommy. "Hunny, you need to hide." Ewa said, picking him up.
He shrieked, slamming his hand against her chest. "No, Please put me down!" He screamed before being shushed by his 'mother'. "This is dangerous, please. Stay here for me." She stated, sitting him up in a emptied out cabinet.

He couldn't help but want to stay with her and be by her side to help her. Though, In this time, he wasn't even 6 yet. He couldn't protect this girl, all he could do was scream and scream and scream.

"I'll ask you one more time. Where the fuck is my son?!" A man screamed, thrashing around from outside the cabinet. Ewa took a breath. One of shock, you could hear it a mile away. "Your son?! Oh god, here it comes again!" She shouted, rolling her eyes. There was a bloodcurdling scream from outside, Tommy covered his mouth. He tried to block out any noise.

"I NEED TO KNOW! I CAN'T HAVE YOU SAYING THAT I AM THE ONE HURTING HIM!" The man said, searching through the room. What?.. "You are! You are the one!" The woman sobbed, sitting up. "Oh, am I? I was the one who gave him a concussion, I was the one who fucking sat him down at the table and slammed his fingers inside of the drawers?" He paused. "WAS I?" he continued, grabbing something off the couch.

The woman shrieked, then it all went silent..

"Thomas.. Are you here?" He called out, moving things about. What is happening?
"Papa's here. Please. Please, tell me your mother hasn't been telling you that you are your brother." He begged and sat down. "Your not Mateusz.. Your Thomas, you haven't died yet. God tell you me haven't." He sighed.

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This was sadly made in September, I couldn't finish it.
Do by all means, take this and make your own story with it.

I have given up on this chapter.