Holding Onto You(Eddsworld Tom X Reader)-COMPLETE-

Little Me

A/N:
Let's act like that's not Danny Phantom oki?

YOUR POV(back in London):

"I've known Katelyn since I was a Junior in Highschool. She always me made me laugh with her weird since of humor,I know me and her mom miss her dearly. But she's now in heaven with her sister. Probably making her laugh with her stupid made up words and humor. I know that not many of you know who she is but she would still like you here,and she wouldn't like us to be sad,she would want us to be happy! But she died at to young."

I jumped off stage and ran into Tom's embrace,I cried for what seemed like hours.

LATER

I sat in my room in silence. The silence was violent.(TØP fans see what I did there?) I needed to move out and move in with Tom and the others. But what am I gonna do with her stuff?

Clothes.

Collectibles.

Car.

Stuffed animals.

Records.

Devices.

I stood up and made my way to Katelyns room. I got hit with memories,and wanted cry but held it together.

I made my way over to her dresser,and picked a drawer. Of course it was her bras. I roll my eyes and pick another drawer. After I go threw her drawers I saw something in 1 of them,it was labeled:

Sketchbook

I grabbed it and scanned threw it,they were cute little drawings,watercolor,Copic markers etc. I was impressed! I didn't know Katelyn was such a good drawer! But as I kept flipping...they got...eerieer. Soon it changed to a diary:

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

They won't go away,I beg and plead but it never stops!

I flipped the page:

Poetry! Let's try that to get my nerves down!

The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
It must be this one.
The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.
the last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green hue of the future.
I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.
The light flickers.
I flicker back.
The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
In the distance, a blue-green light flickers.
A lone figure crosses its path - a silhouette obstructing the eerie glow.
My heart pounds. The silhouette grows. Closer. Closer.
I open my umbrella, casting a shadow to shield me from visibility.
But I am too late.
He steps into the streetlight. I gasp and drop my umbrella.
The light flickers. My heart pounds. He raises his arm.

Time stops.

The only indication of movement is the amber light flickering against his outstretched arm.
The flickering light is in rhythm with the pounding of my heart.
Teasing me for succumbing to this forbidden emotion.
Have you ever heard of a ghost feeling warmth before?
Giving up on understanding, I laugh.
Understanding is overrated.
I touch his hand. The flickering stops.
Ghosts are blue-green. My heart is amber.
(Btw thx DDLC for this poem)

I blinked tears brimming my eyes,I whip them and flip a few pages:

This is no longer a sketchbook

I flip a few more pages:

I moved to Manchester! Me and my sister and Mom and dad. I thought the voices would stop,I'm not getting bullied!

But I was wrong.

Ember is a b*tch.

Mom had to drive me from Manchester to London everyday. The closes school is an elementary and a middle.

I met a new friend,her names Y/N!

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I close the Once sketchbook and sit on her rug,"she-she-"I knock echos down the hall and Into the room. I stand up and run over to the door,I peak threw the window to see these men...with guns.

"They've come for me." I mumble,and run back to my room and grab my knife. "Break down the door!" I hear them yell outside,no time to pack I gotta go!

I climb up to the attic and shut it after they bust down the door. My breathing was heavy and disoriented. I pulled out my phone was realized that...I dropped it! I cut on the over head light and 'run' towards the back of the attic. I open the small window and jump out,I can't stay.

I have to go.

A/N:
Have some memes my children