trees that grow flowers

A/N: PLEASE be careful when reading!! This contains lots of sight and heavy gore descriptions, along with themes of manipulation!

Day 8.

This place is cold. It hurts. No food or water since day 3. I'm hungry. Hopefully he brings something the next day. Gods why did I have to be so slow. If I had just ran fast enough I wouldn't be stuck here. Why am I so pathetic? Wh- - - - - -

Tears smudged the rest of the writing.

Tommy laid on a damp, uncomfortable, torn mattress in a abandoned warehouse. He was unable to leave the room as it was locked from the outside. His body was covered in bruises and open shallow cuts. Not enough to be harmful but enough to be so slightly uncomfortable, that got worse over time.

Dream really knew what he was doing here.

Tommy decided it would be beneficial to at least try and sleep. Although it would be tough to actually fall asleep. He laid down on the mattress, constantly shifting and turning. The bruises on his hands from being tied to that chair weren't the most comfortable thing either.

Nor was the springs sticking out of the mattress. Or the feeling of torn fabric going up into the cuts on his skin. Eventually though Tommy did find a half-comfortable position and fell asleep.

Tommy woke up to the creaking of the door opening. "Good morning there! I brought you food." Dream said, as he set a cake that seemed like it was baked with some sort of unholy meat, along with nails and glass in it.

Tommy went to speak but immediately felt a pain in his throat as he choked out a sound. "Oh what's wrong? Does your throat hurt from all the screaming yesterday? You're so sensitive, really." Dream mocked.

Tommy glared at him and moved to where his knees were in front of his chest. "Are you going to eat your food? I made it for just for you." Dream spoke. Tommy just stared at the cake.

"Well if you're going to be like that, then fine. This is your fault." Dream said, stepping closer to Tommy. Tommy backed up but eventually was met with a wall. "No- please no I'm sorry-!" Tommy choked out.

His voice was hoarse. You could barely recognize it as his.

"Well you should've said that sooner. This is your fault honestly, stop being such a brat all the time and maybe just maybe you wouldn't have to go through this. But no, you just love being the little annoying kid you are" Dream spoke harshly, as he grabbed Tommy's wrist and dragged him onto the ground.

Tommy's face was on the ground. There was no flooring to this room so his face was in dirt. Dream placed a foot on Tommy's back preventing him from getting up.

Tommy tried to breathe but caught dirt in his mouth. He just had to hold his breath. "Don't blame me for what I'm doing Tommy. I'm trying to help you! Really!" Dream said.

Tommy knew he was lying. He must be. He has to be. Doesn't he..?

Dream put more pressure on Tommy's back. The blonde felt as if his ribs were going to break. Dream pulled out an axe, and Tommy laid in horror as Dream started to carve into his back.

Unlike the other cuts, this was almost to the bone. It hurt. It hurt so bad. Tommy began to sob and struggle trying to break away from this, but the more he struggled the more Dream pushed him into the ground.

After what felt like ages Dream finally left. He left Tommy on the ground, Tommy who was just barely conscious at this point. Blood ran through the dirt.

Tommy tried to get up. It hurt. It hurt too much. All he could do was cry. And that's exactly what he did. But no amount of crying or pleading would get him off the ground. Or ease the agonizing pain all over. It even hurt to cry.