c!TommyInnit angst stories

Blurry Vision

He took his time. He had all the time in the world now..it was quite sad. But not sad enough to bring tears in his eyes. Not anymore.

He didn't have what it needed anymore to cry out tears. No emotion.

He just wanted to feel what he hadn't felt in years before...

As he walked through the forest, he held the knife in his left hand tighter as he followed a familiar path.

He could only look down at the ground, at his blood filled shoes and clothes. They werent that badly stained- but still, they had blood on it. Blood that wasn't even his.

  He stopped when he stepped on grass.

Soft, dark green grass decorated with flowers. He looked up and saw a big flat field, with one tree in the middle of the thousands and thousands of purple flowers surrounding it.

He smiled to himself and continued his way to the tree, his vision here and there getting blury, always going back to normal.

He took in a deep breath, letting the scent of the night and nature go into his barely functioning lungs. That gave him major nostalgia, and he just wanted to brust out into tears.

Instead, as he was just about to reach the tree, he put his free hand on his face, trying to wipe the blood off of it. Instead, he just smeared it around even more, causing him to let out a soft laugh when he realized that.

He got to his final and last destination and slowly sat down, careful to avoid stabbing himself with the weapon he was still tightly holding.

Letting out a breath he never noticed he even had left in to sink, he sighed, feeling all the worries that were on him for years, driving him insanse, be gone.

  He no longer had to do something because he felt someone was going to judge or expect that from him. No more wasting time on doing unimportant stuff, or on unimportant people. No more stress of what would happen tomorrow or what he'd do just to get the days over with and finally find a goal to keep going.

He felt so...free. He enjoyed every moment that he had left to that feeling, kinda not wanting it to end. He was no longer feeling the blame or shame of what he did hours ago- knowing that everyone needed that, they just didn't knew that.

He felt so proud..finally. Proud of himself, he smiled to himself again, the thought of the others on the SMP now being free aswell made his already weak heart startle. It was now his turn.

Looking up, Tommy saw the moon shine over the dead, cold, creepy and lonely field. He shouldn't feel safe, but he did. That didn't matter anymore, as he brought up the knife closer to himself, the knife with the blood of his friends.

It was so they were all close to his heart, as they were important to him and to show that they would stick together in life and in death..only this time, it was in death. Death that he gladly accepted with open arms as he was tired. Oh, so so tired.

His vision began to blur one last time, this time not going back to normal. The moon was now a big bright circle on a black canvas.

His head didn't have the strength to hold itself up anymore, so it went down, the purple flowers now being a massive pile or colour, slowly fading into darkness.

His eyes started to close as he lost the ability to feel anything.

His hand getting weaker and weaker as his heart slowly stopped, let go of the knife that he had been holding, letting it slide off of his body.

Everything then stopped. It was dead silence, nothing could've been heard anyway besides Tommy's breathing pattern. But it was long gone now.

You see, he himself will never ever get the chance to know that, a tear, a single tear shed on his face as he drifted off to meet his friends in another life, or maybe in a void.