Tommyinnit // [ MCYT ] Angst Oneshots

stay with me [6]

Tommy's pov

I stayed in my room throughout the day, and Wilbur and Karl talked to each other downstairs. But now its night time. I felt so tired... I just couldn't keep my eyelids open anymore. I fell asleep.

I was at my house. My father threw open the door and ran into my room. He pushed me down and screamed at me. "YOU WORTHLESS SHIT CHILD WHY WERE YOU BORN-"

I woke up to Karl shaking me. I was drenched in sweat and I was shaking. I gulped and looked at Karl. Fear laced my eyes. I brought my arms up hugging Karl.

"Nightmare?" He whispered.

I nodded.

"You're safe here, you know that, right?"

I nodded again and felt myself hyperventilate. Karl rubbed my back and whispered "you're okay" into my ear.

"K-Karl..." I whispered, "w-what time is it?"

"It's midnight." He whispered back, "you haven't eaten anything all day yesterday, would you like a snack?"

I shook my head, my stomach turning at the thought of eating something.

"Tommy... You're going to need to eat something... can you eat just a little bit of an apple for me?" Karl asked.

I nodded, it's worth a shot, I was starving anyway.

He came back into the room with an apple and handed it to me. I took a bite and swallowed it. I looked at my hands. I wanted to cry... All I could think about was my father's words.

"Can you please take a few more bites?" Karl suggested.

I obeyed and took four more bites.

"Thank you," Karl said.

"...I-I want to m-make myself throw u-up," I told him after a minute of silence.

"I know it's hard, I need you to not do that though." He said holding my hand.

I set the apple down on the nightstand and brought my knees up to my chest. I looked down at the bin beside the nightstand.

"Tommy, If you don't get food in you... I'll need to take you to the hospital and I really don't want to do that." He said, tears appearing in his eyes, "I don't think Wilbur will be able to handle it either. You know... When you say that Wil's like a brother to you, he really does believe it. You're like a brother to him. A-and if you die..." His voice trailed off.

I hugged my knees, rocking back and forth. I knew that if I died... It would break him... I knew that from the begining... But I told him I wanted to...

"H-how could I be so stupid..." I whispered.

"What makes you say that?" Karl asked.

"I-I told him I wanted to die. That's when he called you... I could see he was unstable but I did it anyway. No wonder he brushed it off like it was nothing..." I explained to Karl.

"Tommy... it will get better..." Karl whispered.

"I-I know but... Wilbur..." My voice trailed off, I need to talk to him.

Wilbur's pov

I stood in my doorway, looking at Tommy's room. Karl is with him... He won't try anything... He won't try to kill himself... H-he won't... I backed up into my room, crying. I can't lose him. I-I just can't.

I heard the door open. My heart started racing. Is it Tommy? Will he try anything? Is Karl with him? I watched as Karl walked past my room and came back with an apple, probably for Tommy... Please let it be for Tommy.

A few minutes later, Karl came out again, this time stepping into my room. I looked at him.

"K-Karl is Tommy ok?" I swiftly asked.

"He's fine, but what about you? How are you doing?" Karl said pushing me to a sitting position on my bed.

He sat down next to me. He's not here to help me... He's here for Tommy! Tommy might kill himself! I need Karl to watch him-

"Wil, stop overthinking, Tommy's alright," Karl said.

"B-but-"

"Wilbur I assure you, the only thing he's thinking about is you, and how what he said affected you, which made me realize that you also need someone, not just him," Karl explained calmly.

"I'm fine-"

"Wilbur, it's alright." Karl grabbed my hands.

"No! I'm fine, please!" I pulled away.

"Just let it out," Karl said.

For a few secconds, I felt angry, angry at Karl for not listening, but all of that anger melted into sadness. A deep sadness. I struggled trying not to cry. I wasn't the focus...

Karl put his hand on my back. I looked at him. My brother used to do that when I was having a rough day... I burst into sobs. I just wanted my brother. I wanted his comfort. I wanted to not feel so alone...

I turned and hugged Karl tightly.

"Karl I just feel so alone... I feel scared for Tommy... And I just want my brother... That's all I want right now..." I choked out through sobs.

"I know... I know..." Karl whispered rocking me back and forth.

I was shaking. I didn't want to lose anyone else... I didn't want anyone to abandon me. I held onto Karl as if my life depended on it. I sobbed loudly. I'd completely lost it. I cried myself to sleep, never letting go of Karl.

Tommy's pov

"Is Wilbur alright?" I asked Karl as he came in.

Karl shook his head sitting down on the mattress. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, with tear stains down his cheeks.

"W-what happened..?" I asked worriedly.

"He's having such a hard time... But it isn't your fault." Karl said, laying down.

I rested my head on the pillow. I felt so weak... So helpless... I knew that Wilbur wasn't having a good time and part of the reason was me. I dont care what Karl says... I know its my fault.