A/n; okay guys I can explain.... *Gulp* so I'm in highschool now....and um....i not into tommyinnit or any of these creators. Honestly I'm reading this back and cringing so hard. Im not trans or any of that anymore(nothing wrong w it tho!!) but for some people this story is really comforting so I'll try and continue ig lolllll
⚠️⚠️⚠️ALSO!!! I do NOT support Wilbur at all. Nor do I support dream. It is my opinion and I hope y'all can respect that. Im still going to write Wilbur in, because he is important to the plot as a character, but I don't agree with him as a person⚠️⚠️⚠️
*Time skip bc ion wanna write a little scene*
The next day, tommy didn't leave his room. I mean sure, it seemed as though they were being nice...
You can't trust them...
So, he sat in his room, saying in bed all day. He didn't want to leave and face everything. The questions, they hate, the hurt.
It was only until phil came into his room around dinner time
"Hey Hun, are you alright?" He asks softly, his head tilting with worry
Tommy nods, not bothering to get up or even speak
"Okay, well are you gonna come down for dinner?" *He asks, his voice laced with concern
Tommy thinks for a second, he doesn't want to get up. He can't get up. Everything is wrong, and he can't fix it so he might as well stay in bed, right?
But Phil's voice. The concern, the worry in his tone makes Tommy's head turn to look at him. Phil's face is one filled with care, but underlaying concern.
Tom sighs, before slowly getting up, sighing softly as he does so.
His eyes daze and his head bangs. His body yells to lay back down. Hide. His face burns, and his body shakes as he stands up
He scratched his head, and Phil walks out and downstairs with a soft smile. Tom's head is throbbing. It's hard to think. It's hard to stand. It's hard to.....
As Phil finds his way back to the kitchen, he hears a loud thud from upstairs, and when he calls up, there is no reply.
LOL CLIFHANGERRR!!!
lol now I'll leave for another year......
JK! ILL TRY AND WRITE SOON BUT LITERALLY NO PROMISES. ZERO. NONE.
Srsly though, I'm really sorry I haven't updated any of my stories. I've been getting older, and as I have, I've grew out of all this and found my place. I do theatre and cheerleading, I have good friends and a pretty stable life. I have other ways to get help, and ice started therapy and medication for my issues.
I dont necessarily need or want to write this anymore, but I know people get comfort in it do I'll try and update, besucse people need somewhere safe to be while thryvfind themselves.
I love you guys so so much, that k you for all the support the past few years. Until the next chapter my friends!
