Tw for graphic self harm , crying(?) , mention of being yelled at.
this is kinda a vent story so its got some kinda heavy things in it, please stay safe reading!! theres fluffy stories too if this is too much to read :)
Tommy decides its finally time to reach out for help, with the intention to actually get better and talk about how he feels, lets see how this goes
It was currently 12 am , a blonde boy sneaking through the halls to get to the bathroom , trying carefully not to wake his family as he held back sobs.
The blonde made it to the bathroom and opened the door , quietly shutting it as he looked in the mirror , tears streaming down his face as he leaned his hands on the sink . he looked down and pulled a blade out of his pocket , staring at it intensely.
See , tommy hadnt had a very good day , he was four months clean and wasnt sure it it was worth ruining over being yelled at .
The boy stood there , continuing to hold the blade to his arm and think , hed hope no one has heard him no one can find out about this. Tommy finally had enough as he brought the blade down and swiped it across his arm , staring down at it . He promised himself only one more until he realized half of his forearm was covered in small cuts , blood dripping onto the sink .
Tommy groaned quietly after bandaging his arm and pulling his sleeve down , cleaning the sink and slipping the blade back into his pocket.
As the blonde was walking back to his room he wiped his tears , he was about to open his door when he heard a voice behind him .
"Tommy? what are you doing up this late, are you okay?" He recognized the voice of his older brother, Wilbur.
He had come to the man a few times after a panic attack or a bad day but his older brother had no idea about his terrible coping mechanism. "Oh, i was just using the bathroom.." the blonde answered.
"Are you sure? you sound like youve been crying, do you want to talk?"
Tommy took a second to stare at his wall before he nodded and turned around to look at his brother.
Hed always been jealous of his older brothers , perfect hair , clear skin , straight teeth. Tommy didnt have any of that.
The boy stared into his older brothers eyes until he got pulled into a hug.
"Lets go to my room and we can talk, yeah?" The brunette asked.
Tommy nodded and was being guided to Wil's room. The blonde considered telling his brother about his self harm, he wanted to stop, to quit his addiction, all he had to do was say something, reach out and hed get help no he thought i can ask for help, they'll be mad tommy shook his head slightly, deciding he'd tell his brother
Wilbur sat the boy down on the bed and Wilbur sat next to him.
"Whats going on tommy? i've noticed youve been a little off lately, you can talk to me about anything, i promise"
The blonde sniffled and looked down.
"I just.. i dont know, I havent been feeling good, like mentally, and i..wanted to talk about..something"
The blonde ended his sentence quietly, feeling as anxious as ever. He just wanted help
"Of course Tommy, you can talk to me about anything." The older stated
Tommy took a breath and spoke
"Well, i just, want to be okay, i havent told anyone this but ive been feeling so tired and just, useless. and for a long time too. But thats not what i wanted to tell you.. um.. it was.." The blonde stoped.
"Its okay, Take your time toms" His brother said softly
"Well, i have.. a coping mechanism.. but its.. it doent work out well.. i mean it does its just.." Tommy held back tears as he heard his brother start speaking
"Tommy. Do you hurt yourself?" The older asked softly. The blonde nodded and let out a sob, tears streaming down his face. Wilbur looked at him "Can you roll your sleeves up? i just want to make sure nothing is infected. i promise im going to get you help" The blonde nodded weakly and pulled his sleeves up slowly, showing both up his bandaged arms. "Can i unwrap these?" The blonde contemplated, knowing some cuts were fresh, but he nodded again apologizing softly. Wilbur slowing unwrapped the bandages and frowned at the fresh cuts.
"Oh tommy.. im so sorry.." Wilbur pulled his younger brother into a hug, tears threatening to fall as he whispered sweet reassurances to the boy.
"Tommy, why didnt you come to me sooner?" The man pulled away from the hug and looked at tommy, tears rolling down the youngers face "I just.. Didnt know how to.. ask for help? i was scared of what would happen i guess.." The boy sniffled, looking away from the older. "Toms, im so sorry you've been dealing with this on your own.." the man said sympathetically as he bandaged his arms back up with clean wrap. "I promise i'll get you help, Tommy, I'll always be here for you, all of us." Wilbur said, pulling Tommys sleeves down and hugging him tightly, "I love you, Tommy." The man said quietly. "I love you too, Wil.." The younger said back, gripping the back of his brothers shirt.
Tommy was glad to know he was loved.
YOOO I FINALLY FINISHED THIS? ty so much for reading this! once again this is a vent story, this is not about the ccs at all, and this is all platonic family love n stuff, so dont be weird either way! this is my first story and would definitely appreciate tips and feedback, id like to write more stories in the future and improve my writing so that this oneshot book can be enjoyable! stay safe and remember that you are important and very loved <3
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