Silence makes me safe.(tommyinnit adoption au)

||3|| Eternal Flame.

Remember I do not proof read these, if you have a issue with that. Suck it up.

Tommy's POV:
I Shoot up in my bed, this didn't feel right, this was to grey to be my bed, the walls were bland, the carpet was stained, maybe this isn't my room?
God admit I'm back here aren't I?
I slowly got up, my limbs were sore, my arms stung, I go to walk towards the door, but I heard his foot steps.
I stared at the blurry door, waiting.
SLAM. CALLED IT.
He yelled, though I don't know what he yelled, I couldn't hear him.. he was grey too. He kept yelling, getting more and more angry. Until he threw a bottle at me. It smashed above my head.-

I shoot up from my real bed, fuck that was just a dream right? Ahah.. fuck I'm so fucking stupid.
Stupid. StuPID. STUPID!!!
I look up at the roof, and sighed, maybe.. it's just better this way. Me suffering like this so others can have a good and happy life.
I wish that could be me..
I let out a giggle. And go to get up. But then I see my lighter shining in the sun light.
Maybe I can control this feeling too. Controls goo to have right, that's what people have told me, that stupid fucking lighter might be able to fix my stupid fucking brain! Maybe I can fix what's wrong with me. Maybe I can fix everything.. I slowly reach my hand out to grab it, as I hear footsteps. God fucking Damit.
Knock knock knock. "Phil is here to take you home, pack your stuff and be down in 10."
Then I hear them slowly walk away.
Well. That's not very pog! Ahah...
I get up and throw all my stuff into my stupid bag. I felt awful. I didn't want to do this, I knew how it would go, I would be used, abused, then Thrown away back here, I don't want to come back here, here sucks. So much.
I drag myself out of my room and out into the main hall..
I take a deep sigh. Here we go again.

The slight rumble of the car was calming, though I couldn't appreciate that right now, I was on my way to a week of hell. I didn't want to do this again.
I was trying my best to control this 'panic attack' I was having, I stuck my hands into my hoodie pocket, and played with the little spark wheel.
I was nervous? Scared? I don't know how to word it. Maybe this guy was going to be nice ya know?
I just wanted to go home, it home wasn't a thing anymore, home wasn't something I deserved.
..
The car bumped as we got closer. The burns hurt, but I still wanted more.
The car pulls into a nice house, I took a deep breath, and opened the car door, maybe it was for the best, but I wanted to just fly away. I waited for phil to get out, then I followed him to the door, he opened the door, "Daaaddddd~? Are you home?" A brown haired boy walked around the corner, the minute he saw me he frowned.
He just stared at me, I wanted to cry.
"Wil!" Phil said, pulling 'wil' into a hug, "this is Tom, he's new here!" He said. Wil just looked at me, I pull my wings around myself, maybe it was better this way, I can't get attached.
"Uh, can you grab techno?" Phil asked, just as he said that, a pink haired boy walked into the kitchen, "right here." He said, then walked away.
"W-well then! Wilbur, bring Tom to room please?"
He just nodded, and just started walking. I stumbled trying to catch up to him, almost dropping my stuff.
He walked up the stairs, and I followed. I wanted to cry. Wilbur kept walking, past some rooms, past a washroom. The they took a sharp right, and went into one of the rooms. I walked in, and looked around, Wilbur just walked out and shut the door.
Oh.
Oh. He doesn't like me, no one does, I'm better dead anyways, who cares right?
Since I was alone, I unpacked my stuff it took so long, I spent hours working on making my room look ok, even though I was going to be back in that hell in a bit.
Right then I made myself a deal, if I ever went back to that place, I was going to kill myself.
My thoughts were a bit to much, but that was ok, I had a way out.
I reach for my lighter, and sit down on my new bed.

Rolling up my sleeve, and then click click click then it lit, there it was, my hope.
My arm was dimly lit by the lamp I had on, I ease the flame to my blistered and bruised arm, the flame danced as I drew it closer to my arm, the heat stung, I loved it.
I make more burned, but it wasn't enough, i let the flame go out, but then I just pressed the ,teal bit of the lighter onto my arm , i hear a soft click, but I pay it no attention, I click the lighter of again, and let the metal heat up again, then, I put back on my arm. I let out a sharp inhale.
But then I hear footsteps, then someone grabbed my arm, stoping me from doing it again,. I look up.
Wilbur's pov:
A clicking of the lighter... oh god...
I shoot up out of my chair, throwing my guitar onto my bed, and walk to tom's door, please no.. not him too, please just let me be hearing things I pressed my ear agent his door.
Click. Click. A deep breath, a hiss of pain.
Oh fuck. I open the door swing the small winged boy hunched over on his bed, he lit the lighter again, his face seemed to glow in the fire light, you could see the tears rolling down his face, then he pressed it to his arm.
I walk in, straight up to him, and grabbed the had that was holding the lighter.
He just stared at me, numb and cold.
He didn't care that I found him, he just stared.
I just stood there, wow Phil, you got one last was so close to broken that he doesn't care about people finding him burning himself.
I grab his good arm, and pull him up, and just hug him.. I was carful not to hurt him.
Why Phil ... I don't want to help him...
Tommy seems to tense up, so I let go of him, god this kid was so hard to read.
He looked like he was going to run. But he couldn't run.
I grab the lighter out of his hands, and go to turn around to turn on the light, and I heard a single swoop! I sip around, and he was gone, his window wide open.

"God fucking damit Tommy."

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