Tommyinnit angst

Chapter 3: The Day

Tommy's POV:
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         I woke up with my face feeling cracked, my eyes screwed shut, my arms burning, and my head pounding. I lifted my dark blue bedsheets up off of myself and looked down at my hands. There was blood all over them. The satin blue sheets were now covered in a crusty brown-red.

        'I don't have time for this' I thought. I grudgingly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I locked the door and turned to face my mirror. My eye bags were as dark as my shorts. A dark blue-purple color. I knew if I went to mum and asked her for some concealer, she would get suspicious. Luckily, I thought I had some in my drawer.

        I bent down to open the drawer. I gripped onto the rust doorknob and pulled it open. Their lied my concealer and bandages. I grabbed both and set them on the counter. I picked up the bandages and unraveled the scratchy cloth. As I started wrapping it around my arms, I heard a knock at the door.

       "Thomas!" My mother shouted "Wilbur's here!"
I froze. He still came even after what he said last night?

"Coming mum! Give me a moment!" I yelled back. I quickly finished up wrapping the bandages. I then picked up the concealer, unscrewed the cap, and quickly put it under my eye bags. I didn't know what to use to rub it in. I looked around the room until my eyes landed on the towel. I grabbed it in a hurry, rubbed in the concealer, grabbed the tube, put it back in the drawer, slammed it shut, and ran out of the room.

    I farted to my room and finished putting shit into my bag. I zipped it up and headed downstairs when I felt like I forgot something. My razor. I needed that.

     I dropped my bag on the stairs and ran upstairs again.

     "Tom!" My mum yells, "Hurry up!"

     "Coming" I yelled back. I burst into the bathroom and looked for the razor. I opened the cabinet above the sink and roamed my hand through their until I felt a sharp pain in my finger. I held onto the blade and threw it into the pocket of my shorts.

       I ran back downstairs, grabbed my suitcase on the stairs, only to see Wilbur in the living room, his leg shaking vigorously. He turned to see me and ran for it. He enveloped me in a tight hug.

       "I'm sorry Toms!" He screamed, "It was all just a joke, I'm so sorry."

      'Why'd you say it when I wasn't in the VC then?' I thought but then realized it would be better if I kept that to myself.

     "It's fine Will, it was just a joke" I said as I hugged him back. He let go of me and put his hands on my shoulders.

       "You ready to go?" He asked me.

        "HELL YEAH!" I replied, getting scolded by my mother. Will grabbed my suitcase, thanked my mum, and headed out the door. She wait until Wilbur is gone and hands me a bag with an orange tube inside. My medication.

        "Give this to Will when you're in the car, OK?" She said. I nodded my head and walked out the door.

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It's been almost a year since I last posted...