I'm right here, Dad

I'm right here, Dad

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The day she died Philza wasn't the same. He missed her laughter Her random questions making him laugh Her insomnia, making them stay up nights at a time The way she walked with extra happiness in her steps Her random breakdowns Her candy apple and peppermint smell when she hugged him Her random singing while walking or sitting around the house Her drawings she showed him Her music she played on her guitar and piano The way she can't talk right when she's excited There random talks about murder or over throwing the government The way she randomly moved things and having him put them back in place Her playing with his wings and him playing with her horns and wool He missed everything, and with the new additions to the house they once lived in, he began to take notice of things she would do start to show up around the house and her old room, which is now Tommy's. He knew he had three children, but he didn't know that he had her ghost living in there house. "I'm right here, dad"
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Tommy had just recently moved homes. The one he left was one full of memories. Not good ones, but not necessarily bad ones, either. He didn't have much to live for at his old home, so he moved in hope of starting over and meeting new people. He had no more family, and his school friends had long moved on from him. In fact, the only number in his contacts was his mum's who was long passed away. Tommy was young (sixteen, to be exact) and he often forgot things. Usually just as simple as forgetting to do the laundry, or forgetting to reply to a notification on his phone that he received three seconds prior. Simple things that didn't matter. This time, though, he forgot to charge his phone before leaving his new, barely furnished apartment. He didn't think much of it. If it died, it died. No biggie, right? He figured he'd be alright for an hour or so without his phone. That is, until he got lost in the large, unfamiliar town that he definitely didn't even slightly know the layout of. He didn't know where he was or how to get back to his apartment, especially without a GPS. And then, when it definitely couldn't get worse, it began to rain. Tommy was soaked. He was cold, hungry. He cut into an alley and sat down against a brick wall, curled up on himself. He sat there for a while, and then heard footsteps. It was three men. The older one crouched down in front of him. "You look awful...Come with us, mate." But Tommy didn't want to. These people felt...off. ~~~ TW// Cussing Kidnapping Injuries Manipulation Stockholm syndrome Drugging someone etc... ~~~ Started: May 10, 2023 Finished: August 5, 2023 (This took way too long 😭)

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