This is Recovery. | A SBI Angst|

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(suicide hotline 1-800-273-8255) proofread in my tech class and French class on crusty musty I pad <3

Tommy is still in my room, in my clothes. "Tom." I tap him lightly. I tap him again, he's a light sleeper, so he must've been tired if he's not waking up.  "Tom!" I lightly shove him, he jumps awake with a gasp.
"jeez! You scared me Wilbur boot, my lord!"
"Wilbur boot... That's definitely new..." I say. My eyes get a bit watery from yawning. I didn't get much sleep, considering the conditions of my little brother. He puts his hand out as if I owe him something. I tilt my head in confusion.
"Clothes."
"What's wrong with yours?" I ask, he looks to the floor like he's embarrassed.
"nothing." He murmurs. I sigh.
"Here." I give him a plain black T-shirt and jeans. He gives me a dirty look.
"Haha, you're so funny." He throws the black shirt back at me.
"What's wrong with my black T-shirt."
"Nothing, but I've got a bit of a defect on my FUCKING ARMS!" He laughs. I hit him with the shirt lightly in the shoulder. (I'm too cool to be mentally ill what am I doing with my life.)
"Tom, your skin without scars is like... The sky without stars!" I laugh with a warm smile. He gives me side-eye.
"I'm being serious!" He says,
"Me too!" I reply. He snatches a white long-sleeve from my closet.

"BOOM! OUTFIT!" He says paring the white shirt under the black one.
"Will these jeans even fit me? They look a bit wide at the bottom..." He says.
"You prick! They're wide-legged jeans, dumbass! And yes, they will fit. They're from when I was your age." I respond. He goes into the closet and closes it, when he comes out he's in the outfit.

"You look like a skater boy."
"That's a compliment coming from you." He says. I smile. Sometimes I forget he was once a child with innocent eyes.

"C'mon, school time," I say grabbing my backpack and going into his room and grabbing his. I shove it into his arms, forcing him to grab it.

"Tom! You're going to miss the bus!" Phil hollers from downstairs.
"Dad, he's not taking the bus today," I say.
"Why?" He asks.
" 'cause he wants to walk with me today, right Tommy?" 
"yeah." He backs me up.
"Alright then..." Dad says with a shocked look.

"Eat breakfast then we'll get going," I say, rubbing my eyes to stay awake.
"I'm okay. I'm just going to pack a snack for school." He says and walks over to the cabinet. I can't see if he even put something in his bag because his back was turned to me. He throws me a few snacks.

"Let's go!" Tom says, putting his shoes on.  I follow and put my shoes on.

"BYE, DAD!" I holler and close the door behind me and Tommy.

"You ready?" I ask. -He snorts.
"nope." 

"It's hot..."
"you should've just worn the black T-shirt." 
"Yeah." He says. "Wait! I've got a trick." He says, pulling his arm in his shirt. He pulls the white long sleeve out the neck of his shirt and puts his arms through his now t-shirt sleeves. 

"How did Techno get in front of us?" Tom asks.
"No clue." Someone runs past us. I don't think anything of it until they stop beside Techno.
It was Schlatt. Tommy looks down and grasps his backpack straps. Tommy looks back up. Schlatt looks behind him with a smirk, he winks at Tommy and then turns back to Techno. At that moment I just wanted to yell at him, but for Tommy, I didn't. Tom seemed to notice what Schlatt did because he moves closer to me, and looks back at the ground. I bend down and whisper to him.

"If anything happens come to me or Techno." Schlatt looks behind him again and laughs.

"Nice arms prick!" Techno nudges him with his elbow.
"Not cool bro..." He says, defending his younger brother. Tommy then finds a way to put his long sleeve back on. I don't think I have still fully processed what has happened to him through basically his whole life...