MCYT angst oneshots

Goodbye

Tommy
- self harm
- suicide
- violence

"I can't believe you-"

"BOYS!"

Wilbur stops dead in his tracks, eyes making contact with Phil's. Tommy glares at the back of his head.

"Can't you lot just get along for once?"

"Well maybe if he would just listen-!" Wilbur shouted.

"WHY WOULD I LISTEN TO YOU?!" Tommy interjected.

"Tommy!"

"YOU'RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING, TOMMY! JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!"

"Don't call people annoying." Techno warned.

"I'LL DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I PLEASE!" Wilbur snapped his head towards Techno, then back at Tommy, seething. Tommy was just so infuriating. He hated him. He hated him so much. He just wanted him to go away. His hands curled into fists at his side. He needed to pay.

Wilbur lunged forward and pinned Tommy up against the wall. Tommy squirmed and attempted to push himself away.

"You deserve this, you little shit." Wilbur whispered into his ear before punching Tommy's right cheek.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Techno grabbed Wilbur's shoulder and pulled him off of Tommy. Tommy stumbled back from the wall and looked back to Wilbur. His eyes were full of pain. Yes, he and Wilbur often fought, but never physically. It felt like Wilbur had betrayed him, and he couldn't take it. He steadied himself and ran off to his room, slamming the door.

Why had Wilbur done this? Did he really deserve it? Didn't Wilbur love him? He said he did. Did he lie?

Tommy sunk down to the floor, tears pricking at his eyes.

Don't be weak. Don't cry.

Why did this bother him so bad? He should be used to the fighting by now. They'd definitely had worse fights before. Still... he didn't have to hit Tommy. He didn't deserve that. Did he? It was all so confusing now. Tommy held his head in his hands.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Damnit..." He gritted his teeth. Oh God, why did this hurt so bad? He was so weak. It wasn't even a very hard hit. He shouldn't feel this way. He needed to toughen up.

Tommy slowly lifted his head out of his hands. His entire body shook as he sobbed.

"Stop it!" He yelled at himself. He slammed an open palm into his knee.

"STOP!" His hands formed fists and started to form bruises up and down his legs. It hurt, yes, but he deserved it. He needed to get used to the pain. That way it wouldn't hurt so bad anymore.

"Please..." He croaked out, his throat now red and raw from the crying. Phil knocked gently on the door and pushed it open.

"Tommy?"

"Go a-away..." Tommy turned away. Phil stepped into the room and sat next to him.

"You okay?"

"Don't wanna talk!" Tommy spat hatefully. He did. He really did, but how could he? He needed to be strong, and talking about his feelings certainly wasn't strong.

"Kiddo, I-"

"I AM NOT A KID!" Tommy turned around to face Phil, eyes red and puffy, full of anger. Deeper than that though, was sadness. He was so, so sad. Why was this happening to him...?

"I'm sorry..." Phil took a shaky breath. "Wilbur shouldn't have done that."

"Why? I deserved it, didn't I?" Tommy's voice cracked.