POV. Tubbo ⚠️6,13⚠️
Surprise I'm not dead...
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A/N
I did not pre-write any of this... I just wrote it in the moment...(a) sorry if the book is bad...
—- —- —-Tommy explained everything, he had felt so guilty even though it wasn't his fault that his mom was like that. I gave him a hug "I understand." I whispered as he hugged back crying a little "if you ever want to talk I'm here." I stated, the hug was warm. "Can't believe we still have a whole day ahead of us." Quackity sighed before chugging some coffee. Dream sighed standing up from the couch "let's, let's pretend this didn't happen." Dream suggested leaning on George with Sapnap's hand resting over there shoulder.
"I just want you guys to go to school for the rest of the time and try and have a normal child hood while you still can, but I want to send you to therapy. Of course it would be up to you." Phil stated looking over to George who nodded in agreement. Tommy and I sighed while making eye contact. I didn't want therapy and I think Tommy would agree. I looked over at them "No thanks." "Okay." I looked over at Tommy "you wanna?" I asked with no judgment just surprised. "I mean I feel like it could help." Tommy stated looking up at them, they looked proud. Whatever. I got up off the couch and walked over to my room, my legs getting better, I guess.
That was three weeks ago.
I looked at the desk in my room, it was littered with papers, notebooks, and mechanical pencils. I grabbed one of the smaller notebooks and pens, I sighed before sitting on the floor opening the journal before writing:
Sun, May 7 2023 Time: 10:27-10:34
Three days until we graduate. Everything feels like it's crashing down. Everything that could have went wrong did. Tommy's mother tried to take him somewhere, we put a stop to that... but for how long? My dad tried to take me but those stranger stopped him... what if they didn't get there in time? I have little voices in my head. It tells me to do bad things. I don't wanna go to school, but I don't wanna grow up. I don't want that pressure. I'm not sure what to do? Time won't stop. I should get over it, it's not like it's the end?
I closed the journal before throwing it at the wall in frustration. I picked up the pen before dropping that and standing up and plopping down on my bed shoving my face in my pillow while whining a little. Pathetic. I sighed a little before throwing my pillow to the ground "Ugh!" I groaned as I covered myself in my blanket and passed out from stress.
Time ~(*-*)~ Skip
Suddenly I woke up from my dreamless night to an annoying alarm, damn it's Monday. I got up out of my bed walking over to my drawers pulling out a pair of blue jeans, white socks, and a white and yellow hoodie with a little Minecraft bee on the front. I threw on the clothing before grabbing my bag from the floor while walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I looked into the mirror while getting toothpaste and brushing my teeth dry. My eyes mainly blue but with a small hint of yellow (same here) my eyes seemed less hollow then when I lived with my father, I still looked like death. I sighed while rubbing my hands over my ribs and hips feeling my bones through my paper thin skin.
I was overly skinny but somehow not skinny enough, I don't eat that much but at the same time more than I deserve. Nothings enough, but it's also too much. I shook the thought's away as I began brushing my birds nest (hair). I exited the bathroom and walked into the living room spotting my backpack next to the door, I looked around a little before spotting a plate of food on the counter. I walked over to it seeing a note next to it... a note please not again... don't leave me... please!!! I looked down at the note hesitantly reading it.
Hey uh... Tubbo just to let you know work called me a little early so you'll have to catch the bus.
I'm sorry, George
I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, Shit. I held onto my backpack tightly before heading out the door and towards the bus, gladly I was early so I ended up waiting like twenty minutes before it finally arrived. I got on and went to the back, I had use the bus a couple times these last three weeks because it seemed that work was busier than normal.
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A/N
Surprise... I'm back...Sorry about these last bad chapters...
I hope it's not boring any of you...
The true story should happen soon... I just wanted at least Thirty chapters you know...?
I love you all... thank you for reading this even though it's kinda shitty.

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