Life-Tommyinnit Sbi Story

13- trauma

Tommy's pov

I was restless all night I think I tossed and turned one too many times within the first minute. I was never this bad but I've always had insomnia it's would probably be better if I was on my pills but I don't have them anymore.

I felt bad for y/n and Tubbo I knew it was around 2am but I couldn't sleep shocker I know. So I carefully got up and quietly made my way downstairs sitting at the table.

I guess I knew the thoughts would come back I knew his voice would haunt me till the day I died. But sometimes I could still feel the knife in my hands griped so hard my knuckles were white.

Seeing his eyes slowly close, yet somehow feeling the safest I've everyfelt with a dead body infront of me. As someone else blood was on my hands.

"Tommy..." I jumped as I looked to only see Wilbur their. I smiled glade it was just him.

I felt safe here. I trusted these people are that was rare for me.

"Are you okay?" He asked I sat their, wanting to lie so bad but knew I couldn't trust my voice at the moment. I shrugged my shoulders looking down at the ground. I knew I was lieing, he knew I was lieing yet know one would speak up against the silence of the house.

"Come on, follow me." Will said as he grabbed keys off a hook and walked to the front door. Before we got their though he turned to the left and went into the garage.

He got in a nice black car as I followed procedure on the other side of the car in the passenger seat.

"What about the alarms?" I asked looking at him.

"I have to login to Phil's account so I'm just gonna open the door real quick and close it." He said with a huge cocky ass grin on his face.

"So where we going?" I asked curious. As the alarms surprisingly didn't go off as we pulled out and shut the door again.

"I'm not sure yet but a drive always helped me when I look like that so... yeah." He said paying attention to the road but glancing at me. "Would.. umm would you like to talk about it?" He asked.

"My ummm my parents didn't just die.." I said slowly and cautiously, earning a questionable glance from Wil.

"They were murdered." I said looking at my hand seeing their blood on my hands.

"I killed them." I mumbled out, as Wilbur pulled the vehicle over to the side of the road. "Not in the same way but I killed them."

"Listen Tommy you didn't kill them. D-did they ever find the killer?" He asked slowly and carefully like he was walking on eggshells.

"M-my D-dad." I said before think before the panic kicked in. "You can't tell anyone, fuck... I shouldn't ha.." I rambled as the anxiety got a little worse.

"Heyy Heyy Tommy take a deep breath with me." Wil said with pity loaded into his eyes. If I was being honestly I don't know if this was for me or him more.

"Tommy I need you to look at me for a second okay." Wil said nerves obviously there, I mean why wouldn't their be his best friend that technically a child as much as he himself hates to admit just said his father murder his mouther. So I did as said because I knew I was locked in and sooner or later I would have to listen to him.