Y/n came from a very toxic house hold. One day she had enough. She ran away to her best friend, Tommy. When she was with Tommy she walked into one of his streams and met his other best friend. Will they become enemies, friends, or more?
⚠️ TW: ABUSE...
~~Y/n's POV~~ I woke up the next morning and got ready.
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The fit
After I was ready I brushed my hair and went into Tommy's room to find him laying on his bed typing something.
"Hey Y/n I have a question." He says.
"Shoot" I say.
"So Wilbur and Dream kinda planned a meet up in Brighton and they invited most of the smp. And they asked if you wanted to go. So I was wondering would you like to go with us?" Tommy asks as I stand there shocked.
"I- yes I would love to come with."I reply.
"Oh thank God I thought you were gonna say no." Tommy sighs.
"Why would I say no? I get to see and meet everyone in person." I say.
"I honestly don't know why I thought you would say no. Well we leave Friday so be ready and packed." He tells me.
"Ok. Are you streaming today?" I ask him.
"I mean I was planning on doing a lore stream later." He says.
"Can I lay on you bed and watch?" I ask.
"Sure I don't see why not." Tommy says. "Just don't do anything that would fuck it up because these streams are more important than the other ones." He demands.
"Ok" I reply as I sit down in his gaming chair as he was still laying in his bed.
I scrolled through Twitter and saw some pretty hateful things.
Y/n is just a stupid attention seeking whore.
Y/n deserves to live on the streets she is a slut.
When will Y/n realize that no one likes her. They are just acting like her friend cuz they feel bad for her.
Nobody needs y/n she should really just kill herself.
As I looked through them I held I'm my tears. I go to the bathroom as I set my phone down on Tommy's desk and left.
Once I enter the bathroom I put my back on the door and slide down it. My vision goes blurry as tears flood out of my eyes.
I grab my small blade I use for cutting and cut about 15 cuts on each arm. I just needed to feel pain. Why me? What did I do? Why can't people just leave me alone? I questioned myself.
