With a loud clang, the chainsaw dropped from Tommy's hand, with that action alone, I knew he recognized me. "Tommy..." I sniffed as my lips turned into a sad smile.
TW: Self harm (not in heavy detail, more in flashes)
He took a couple cautious steps toward me before stopping. I was shaking so he probably didn't want to get too close, he was either afraid I'd try to hurt him, or afraid he'd hurt me.
Without think I stumbled quickly to him, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug. Vilmer had moved closer, probably assuming I was going to attack, but when Tommy wrapped his arms around me as well, Vilmer backed off.
"I've missed you so much," I sobbed into his chest. At that moment I couldn't care less who he hurt or killed, I just knew I really needed this after the day I had been having.
Tommy's speech had never been great. I had tried to reach him when we were younger. It worked pretty well and he got pretty good, but who knows what it was like now. "I missed you too, Y/N." his words weren't perfectly spoken but I knew what he was saying. 'Y/N' that was the most clear word he said, as if he had been practicing it everyday.
We stood there hugging for what felt like hours, I didn't want to let go, I could've stayed that way forever and I'd be happy.
When I finally let go, I just looked at him. Studying his features to see what I had missed over the years. I could see tears falling from his eyes. I brought my hand up to his face, but he caught it mid air. Cautiously he let go letting me gently place my hand on the side of his face. I wiped away his tears, but I couldn't get over the odd leathery texture of his mask. "I thought I'd never see you again," I left my hand resting in the nape of his neck. He swept a loose piece of hair behind my ear, I could see a small smile on his mostly hidden lips.
The reality of everything started to set in, that little moment of bliss was faltering. I had been kidnapped by my childhood friend, my friends and I were the targets of murderers. As I began to hyperventilate, Thomas reached toward me, probably in an attempt to calm me down, but I flinched away. "No, no..." I shuttered, "this is wrong, all of this, it's just... I can't," my chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate. My tears were returning. I felt like a cry baby, but in all honesty this was a situation where it was warranted. I thought I was overreacting, but this was an overwhelming situation, and I definitely should be reacting more than I was.
My joy was entirely replaced with fear. Tex wasn't really moving, he even left the room to deal with whoever was in the hallway, whoever Tommy brought in. Vilmer on the other hand, he looked ready to pounce, it's as if he could see the intent in my eyes.
I frantically looked around, searching for anything around me that could help me get out. I saw a glint out of the corner of my eye, there was a knife on the table behind me. Vilmer saw it the same time I did, while Thomas just looked in in confusion. I ran to the knife the moment Vilmer lunged. I held the knife out in front of me, swinging violently whenever either of the two Hewitt boys moved toward me. "Now, what the hell do you think you're gonna do with that," Vilmer hissed a laugh.
"Stay the fuck away from me," my voice cracked, "don't touch me." I watched their every movement, barley blinking, afraid to look away. I had backed away from them far enough that I bumped the back wall. There was a door there, maybe I could get out. For a moment I felt bad, I could see the look of sadness on Thomas' mostly covered face. I shook the thought out of my mind, still gripping the knife.
Thomas was starting to panic now too, I could hear his heavy breaths, a very similar uneven rhythm to my own. Vilmer was laughing the whole time, he liked the panic, liked the chase. But to my surprise he walked out of the room. I pressed my back into the wall with a weak thud, sliding down the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. Thomas reached toward me again, but I instantly brought the knife up, pointing it angrily at him. "Just let us go, please," I begged him, "please Tommy."
"To late for that," Vilmer grinned, entering the room, "you saw those dead boys in my truck. Only one of 'ems still kickin about." He dropped a body, the boy groaned as he limply fell to the hard wood floor.
"Billy?" I gasped watching as he tried to pull away from Vilmer.
"Good ol' Billy Park," Vilmers smile dropped. A sharp crack rang out, followed by a weak moan, after Vilmer took a metal bat to his ankle. I shot back up to my feet, covering my mouth, muffling my own cries.
Vilmer winded up for another hit, "no!" I shrieked. He paused and looked at me, hunger in his eyes, he was practically itching to hurt someone, "stop... you don't have to do this," I sobbed, "this isn't you!?"
Crack. He hit him in the ribs, Billy barley even reacted, all his did was quietly whine as blood spurted from his mouth. He was trying to say something, but I couldn't make it out before Vilmer kicked him in the stomach!
"Stop!" I repeated over and over again, each one getting quieter than the last
I looked at the knife in my hand, I could end this, I could try to attack the men and let them kill me painfully, or I could do it myself. Vilmer kicked him again, he wasn't even looking at Billy, he just wanted to see my reaction. I looked over at Thomas, my head felt fuzzy, I wasn't thinking clearly, "I wish things had been different," I said to him, "we could've been happy," I looked down at my arm, "I'm sorry..." I whispered as I lowered the blade to my wrist.
It all happened in a flash, blood was aggressively spewing from my arm, Tommy had grabbed my hand, slamming my arm into the wall forcing me to drop the knife. He was yelling incoherently, screaming, crying. "Shit!" I heard Vilmer curse.
"I'm sorry..." I whispered again, "I'm so sorry."
Tommy picked me up quickly, holding me bridle style, hugging my head to his chest as he ran. Still yelling and mumbling nothingness.
I could hear Vilmer and Tex shouting something in the distance as Tommy carried me up the stairs. He kicked open a door, and dropped me on a bed. He left the room for a moment giving me a chance to look down at the damage. It was bad, there was a lot of blood, I was starting to get queasy, I could feel my stomach wrenching at the sign. Thomas came barreling back in, an old red box in his hands.
I felt a painful sting in my wrist that shot through my whole body, I shrieked before feeling a aching pressure on the wound. With that I passed out from the pain. 'Am I dead.'
Word count: 1200+
A/N- I know that got super dark... and I'm sorry, it just works for what I'm trying to do :/
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