Is it worth it? {a Tommyinit fanfiction DISCONTINUED}

Happy place

{Edited}

Tommy's pov~

  I looked at the black rose, it was the most curious thing. I felt like I had to be here, this place seemed so...familiar. Almost as if I'd been here before, A very long time ago. But then again that wouldn't make any sense since I only moved to this area a month ago.

   why was this place so familiar then? Quietly and gently I stood up from my place on the familiar ground. Still staring at the black rose as if it was magical, or the most wonderful thing in the world. But then a new feeling slowly started creeping in. What was this feeling? It was so familiar yet foreign at the same time, it felt warm yet gross and unforgivable but at the same time.

   It felt like the best feeling in the world as if all my worries could just melt away. But the feeling was soon replaced with fear as I heard a crack of a tree branch quickly breaking me out of my trance. I quickly looked to my right where the noise came from, the overwhelming familiar feeling of fear washing over me as I pull my phone out with shaking hands. where was I again? why can't I control my body? shit, my breathings acting up again. 

  I heard another noise again making me flinch. the bench. I slowly made my way over to the bench my legs trying to collapse causing my legs to jerk forward every now again in an attempt to stop me.

  I shakingly and roughly put my hand on the bench along with the other. huffing out a breath I so desperately wish I could take back, my eyes started watering the hot tears slowly rolling down my face one by one. I knew exactly what was happening. I was having another goddamn panic attack. 

  shit, why now? all I want is some peace in my life why do I have to have so much goddamn panic attacks? I stumbled over causing my body to rather quickly slam onto the bench with a little crack noise, which only caused more panic thinking I broke one of the most gorgeous things I ever laid eyes on.

   I slammed my hands against both sides of my head, if I was in the right mind I could've audibly heard a slapping noise. scrunching my hair in between my fingers I started pulling, the familiar pain washing over me as my body tried its best to harm itself in any way it could possible. 

  my ears went deadly silent a slight ringing noise getting louder the harder I tried to breathe. I could feel the tears overflowing from my eyes now, the wetness covering most of my face cheeks as I so desperately tried to wipe it away with the baggy sleeves of my old, worn-out cardigan.

   

   At this point, it seemed like I was having a pretty bad crying session. My eyes got super blurry, I could only see mixtures of blacks, greens, blues, and pinks as I looked into the small field. I didn't want to be left out in the open for anyone to just...do anything to me.

   Who knows what could happen. my thoughts get more and more crowded the more I think. I could hear the faint crunching of leaves behind me as they kept getting closer and closer, I wasn't stupid. it was obvious it was a human bean. unfortunately, this only caused more panic to swirl and wiggle around in my stomach the pain in my chest only started to grow the less I could breathe.

   it felt like I was drowning but worse, cause unlike this feeling the pain doesn't stop when you inhale the water, no the pain only stops if calmed down or, well, you pass out. shit, I could be passing out any minute now.

   

  I could see a weird black shadow blob hesitantly walking up to me as I could feel my eyes starting to slowly get heavy. in a weak attempt I shakingly and slowly reached my hand out to the weird shadow, I don't know why but for some reason I felt like I could trust it.

   it hand slowly grabbed mine placing it down gently on my chest again I could hear it whispering comforting words but the only ones I could hear were 'Tommy?' and 'bloody hell..' before my eyelids slowly shut bringing the familiar darkness into my vision and the ability to hear leaving me.

Wilbur's pov~

  wtf was Tommy doing out here?? when Colby told me to look for him I told them that he'd probably just gone home, but at this point, I was just questioning if I actually knew the fragile boy in front of me? he seemed so weak and small. I was just crouching down on the ground next to him. he must have passed out by now, his eyes had red bags under them his face tear-stained as he still shook even when asleep. gently I started picking the small yet tall boy up bridle style looking around for that weird-ass pathway again.

𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧-
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙬𝙤! 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩- 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 ;)