Tommyinnit Reincarnates Into A Fantasy Book As The Disowned Son Of A Duke

(chapter 9) "I Was Left With My Thoughts."

TW: thoughts of SH. TW starts when Tommy is staring at the ceiling and ends when someone knocks on his door again.

When Tommy awoke again he felt alot better. Though he was still somewhat sick. It was kind of weird how much better he felt already since usually when he got sick he'd take a better half of a week at best to get better. Though now most of his symptoms were gone.

Someone knocked on the door. "Are you awake Tommy?" Sapnap said his voice muffled slightly by the wooden door. "Yeah." Tommy answered. "Cool, cool. How are you feeling?" Sapnap questioned. "Better I guess.... Still feeling somewhat sick." Tommy answered as he glanced around his room. "Alright, that's good to hear. I'll let you get back to rest now." Sapnap said. He sounded somewhat anxious even distressed. Nevertheless his footsteps became quieter and quieter the further down the hallway he got.

Tommy stared at the wooden ceiling. "Why did I hurt myself?" he thought. Was it for the possibility to feel something? Was it for the thrill? Was it...just cause he could? Even after stopping self harming he craved it. He wanted to do it, again, again and again. Even after two months, no, even after a year he felt the urge to cut. He felt the urge to see the blood droplets from as the opened wound. It was like a drug. Is it considered an addiction?

"Why did Thomas hurt himself?" Tommy mumbled to himself as he wanted to stop thinking about his own self destructive nature. Thomas Watson, 14-years-old and disowned. Homeless, unloved, not needed. That's why Tommy liked Thomas' character so much. He related to him.

Tommy let out a small sad chuckle. "Can't believe that I thought I could ever have a happy family. Even in this world I was reincarnated after Thomas was already disowned." Tommy mumbled, his face flashing a distressed frown for a second.

Tommy sighed. He traced the scars on his stomach through his clothing. Thomas had less of them there than Tommy did, but non the less they still were there. Even if they were 'white' scars and not the discolored ones. They're still scars. They're still self harm. And they were still all over the body Tommy poseses.

Tommy stared at the ceiling again. "At least I have a place to call home this time..." He mumbled as he reminded himself of the amazing people he'd met. "I'm glad I met them.... Maybe they're glad they met me too?.... Then again I've mostly just been trouble. I even got sick in the matter of a few days." Tommy mumbled to himself. He felt pathetic. He was so useless. He never was useful to anyone. He always caused trouble. He always got scolded. He always was blamed for every mistake he or anyone else did.

A knock on the door broke Tommy's self loathing. "Can I come in?" Dream asked through the door. "Ah. Yeah." Tommy answered as he sat up.

Dream entered the room with a plate of eggs and bacon. "I brought your breakfast." Dream said as if it wasn't obvious. "Thank you." Tommy said with his head down. "Hm?" Dream seemed to notice the way Tommy lowered his head. "Would you like to eat breakfast with me Tommy?" Dream asked with a warm smile. "Uhm... You don't have to." Tommy answered quietly. "Yes, I don't. But would you want me to Tommy?" Dream answered. "Uh well.. I guess it'd be nice." Tommy mumbled.

Dream smiled and stood up. "I'll be right back." he said as he left the room. Tommy just kinda sat there waiting for Dream to come back. So when Dream did, Tommy did not expect everyone else to be with the older blonde. "Uhh." Tommy was honestly dumbstruck by the situation. Why were they all here? Were they going to kick him out as soon as he got better and were gonna give a heads up?

"Yeah sorry about this. I tried stopping them but they insisted on also eating with you." Dream apologized his expression seeming to express slight emberrasement. "Uh it's okay." the younger responded with a small smile.