Mention of death, nightmares, gore ish stuff, murder, hallucinations. ||
"Tommy....?" He could hear a blurry voice in his ear, light flickered as he blinked, he opened his eyes finally and there was Wilbur shaking him awake "wha-what happened will..?" Tommys groggy and deep morning voice joined the silent room. "Look at the tv.." Wilbur pointed and Tommy rubbed his eye with a groan. It was on the news channel,, local news.
"19 year old Thomas simons recently reported missing by Sarah simons, Thomas's mother. She claims that Tommy never had a good life, which she believes would be the reason for his disappearance, on the other hand his father,, lain Simon, has been reportedly dead. He passed away January 13th from kidney failure. Doctors say he was to much of an alcoholic and it was expected. If you have any inform—...."
Tommy stared in shock at the woman,, words muffled and a ringing noise crowded his hearing, wet tears fell sound his face like a leaky tap. James and Wilbur's figures were nothing but blurry silhouettes. Tommy couldn't believe it.
Sure his dad was a dick head but Tommys love for him never left him. Tommys head filled with what he thought his father would've looked like at his slow and ultimately lonesome death. He imagined how his father laid on the ground, hand on chest grunting in pain.
He imagined the pain, and then his thoughts cut and he started to remember the times he had with his dad when they were little. How his dad would rock him in his arms and run around the house making airplane noises, he remembered his loud giggles that echoed through the house. He remembered how his house was always lively and loud with laughter.
His heart hurt. It felt like it had been ripped from his chest. Finally his focus got back and slowly he heard "tommm.." "Tommy." Until he finally saw Wilbur and James correctly, they weren't just blurry blobs. Tommy pulled them both into hugs and for the first time in a long time he was scared of death. He was scared of the idea of losing anyone else,, he was scared to die alone. Scared to be trapped somewhere without anyone to cry on or anyone to help him.
James and Wilbur just hugged Tommy back and the three of them laid there, Wilbur and James playing with Tommys hair gently as Tommy sobbing into them. Seconds turned to minutes, Minutes turned to hours until 2 hours had passed, Tommy was asleep and so was Wilbur, James wasn't.
He was wide awake, he had been having trouble sleeping recently. He always had a same nightmare. And it never seemed to stop.
It was him, in a field with yellow and brown wheat squeezed under him. Dirt all over his boots, he always started looking down, then he would look up to see Tommy, he didn't understand why,, but when he looked at Tommy, his eyes were fully black, his once ocean blue eyes were now tainted with a venomous black. No white in sight,, then James would twirl around and he'd see a crowd of unfamiliar people,, their faces smudged like a painting.
The sky would darken and Tommy would point up and simply say "blood moon." James would look up , as soon as he did the sun and moon would align and as soon as it did the world was nothing but red, James would look down and every one was gone. He was alone.. completely alone. He would run around and scream for people, scream until his lungs hurt, scream until he couldn't. The sun and moon would inch closer and closer,, burning James's skin. Hurting him.. James would blink and boom.
A void,, and there was tommy and Wilbur.. "you deserve it James. You made this happen. It's your fault." Blood dripped onto James's shoulders staining his shirt,, James, unable would move would then start to bleed from the mouth until he finally woke up.. james couldn't sleep. He had to avoid it.
He hated the thought of "the accident." He didn't mean to. He never meant to hurt him. Never meant to do that. He didn't want to. He didn't want that to be his fault.
James looked at the ceiling, trying to forget the nightmare, trying to forget what happened. What he made him do. James switched his mind onto the ceiling, his eyes traced the figures of the bumpy paint coat that the ceiling had.
He closed his eyes and sighed as the sun started to set and fall. He didn't wanna be here, he didn't wanna remember.. worse of all,, what if Tommy and Wilbur did find out what happened..? God he would be in so much trouble.. he got up sweating like crazy. He couldn't sit there anymore he had to do something. He had to get his mind off it fully.
He went over to the small kitchen, when he walked in he grabbed and apple and washed it, he was a picky eater and never ate then skin, so he grabbed a peeler meant for potatoes and instead used it on his apple, he started to peel but something felt wrong.. that was when he saw that the hand he used to hold the handle was bleeding enough that it seemed enough for a two baby rats.
He started to freak out as he ran to the sink and let go of the peeler, when it dropped he heard loud metal.. that was when he realized he was hallucinating and he had straight up grabbed the blade with his bare hand. He was hissing as he ran cold water on the large cut,, his hand looked so mauled and weird it freaked James out.
He stared the the watered down blood that ran down the drain, he ran to a cabinet and got bandages,, with a lot of pain and hissing he managed to wrap his hand up and patch it.
He sat on the floor in disbelief that he just did that.. he had enough and decided he didn't care about the nightmare anymore. He laid in bed and forced himself to sleep.
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Woo hooo!!!! Character development for James :]!!
Sorry for such a late update btw- im trying my best lmao, anyways hope this was good!!!
