Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)

The Wall Are Closing In (Tommy)

Tommy POV

Tommy couldn't breath. He was trapped, trembling and alone. He could feel his claustrophobia beginning to kick in, making him curl in on himself. Breathe, he begged his lungs.  

He had to get out of here before he suffocated. The walls were closing in around him. He banged against the door, using all his strength in hopes of somehow forcing it open. He could already feel the bruises that were beginning to form on his knuckles. But he didn't care. He had to get out of here. 

Blacks spots were beginning to dot his vision sending fear down his spine. If he fainted, he wasn't sure if he would ever get found. Breathe, he begged himself, his hands falling onto his head.

The bullies had really been cruel this time. Locking him inside someone else's locker with little hope of getting out. They had never been this physical before. Sure, they had called him names and knocked his stuff out of his hands, but he was used to it. It was manageable, which is why he had never brought it up to his brothers. They had better things to worry about.

He would do anything to be in their embrace again. They were the first family he had ever felt accepted in. After years and years in the foster care system, he never thought he would ever be adopted. He had never been so happy to be wrong. The family of three had taken him in without any hesitation, much to Tommy's surprise. He always figured no one would ever want him after being in the foster system for so long.

The day Phil had offered to adopt him was the greatest day of his life. Suddenly he had a family. A family that didn't threaten to kick him out. A family that looked after him and kept him safe. A family who truly loved him.

Thinking about his family, he almost forgot about the situation he was in. Immediately he began to panic and his breathing began to pick up. He closed his eyes, attempting to follow the breathing exercises that Techno had taught him. But nothing worked. He needed his brothers, he needed them now.

Leaning against the metal of the locker, he forced his arm into his pocket. It was a tight space, but he managed to grab his phone. Bringing it in front of his face, he unlocked it and dialed his brother's number with shaky hands.

Taking a deep breath, he could feel the tears falling down his cheeks. He needed to get out of here. He began to tremble as the weight of the situation fully began to set in. How long had he been in here?

"Hello?" Tommy couldn't help but let out a sob at the sound of his brother's voice. He had never felt so relieved to hear him in all his life.

"Wilby!" he cried, not even realizing the nickname had slipped.

"Toms? Tommy what's wrong?!" Wilbur exclaimed, his voice filled with panic.

"Help me!" he gasped, again struggling to catch his breath. The walls were closing in. Again, he saw black splotches fill his vision. He was going to pass out.

"Where are you?" a new voice demanded, Techno.

"L-locker-" he began, trying to give him the number. But he could feel himself growing more and more lightheaded.

"Tommy!"

"Tommy talk to us!"

Tommy tried to speak, really he did. But the darkness was too welcoming. His brothers continued to shout for him. But they seemed so far away...

Until they were gone...

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