the disastrous life of tommyinit - ftm au

:] - 12

TW sa, mention of blood and fights ig?, transphobia

Tommy - pov

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"Happy birthday Taylor." I heard. It's not my birthday. And that's not my name.

I looked around. I was in my old house. And the person talking was my dad. I couldn't move or open my mouth.

'No-no' I was in a flashback. and today was my 8th birthday.

"You know. You are so pretty... And useless" My dad said. Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my face.

"Awe I haven't even done anything to you and you're already crying? That's fucking pathetic." My dad whispered in my ear.

I felt him touch me. "Now, Taylor, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm doing, okay?" he said, trying to be sweet.

My body nodded.

I didn't want to nod. I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch him in his gut so much he fucking died. If only I had done that.

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"Toms!?" I heard. I looked up. There was someone there but. I couldn't make them out. "Tommy- I need you to breathe okay?" the person said. I knew what was happening now, I was in a panic attack. I threw myself into the person not knowing who it even was.

I had eventually calmed down. I looked up at their faces. It was Wilbur. "Hey toms, You alright now?" He asked me. "I-i guess-" "do you wanna just go home?" he asked me. I nodded, smiling at him. "Alright, do you wanna sit in the front seat?" Wilbur asked me. "Hell yeah," I said, chuckling, moving to the front seat.

"Hey, toms?" Wilbur said. "You know if you ever need to talk to me I'm here okay?" I cringed at what he said, I didn't deserve the love and kindness he gave me. "Alright," I said. The rest of the car ride was quiet. "Do you want any food? I can stop somewhere" Wilbur asked. "Uhm, n-no I'm good," I said quietly. We pulled up to the house.

for,

I opened the door and went into my room, shutting the door. I sat down against my door. 'Was I useless?' I got up and climbed into my bed. I layed down grabbing my headphones and phone. I browsed through my Spotify looking for the playlist. I sighed while putting it on. 'Maybe I was boring' of repeating for hours. "Perfect," I said, falling asleep.

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*BUZZZZ* 'what the fu-' i mumbled. My phone had been going off. I was getting texts from tubbo.

'Dude, are you coming to school or not?

' I looked at the time 7:10 am "SHIT" I yelled. The bus came at 7:25. I got up rushing to my closet. I pulled out black jeans, a dark blue shirt with some smiles and some convers.

I opened my bathroom door and looked into the mirror. I grabbed the scissors off my shelf and cut off little bits of my hair until I got something I liked.

I ran out of my bathroom, and bedroom and ran to the living room. Wilbur had already left. "That bitch" I said. I checked the time again '7:20 am' "SHIT!"