Best Friend || Tommy

Part 26

TW- Mentions of suicide( YOU ARE LOVED! I LOVE YOU!)

Friday

I woke up, my head hurting terribly, a throbbing echoing like there's a rubber band pressing around my skull. I go look in the mirror

"You look terrible" I hear a voice echo

"Who was that?" I ask

"Don't remember me?" A shadowy figure oozes out of my eyes and ears; making me look possessed, "why, I'm your best friend" his voice is cold and empty

"No, Tommy's my best friend; he loves me" I defend, feeling scared and unable to move

"Does he really? Wanna find out?" He asks and without me answering he snaps his fingers

The world spins and we land in our living room, yesterday; I just went upstairs to change after I told them about me being bullied

"Hey Tommy?" Clay said

"Yeah?" Tom responded

"How do you feel about this situation?" Clay asked, looking at him thoughtfully

"I don't care honestly, Aaron deserves it. What's wrong with her" he said, I can't look away; it's not true

"That's not true" I say to the shadowy figure

"Wanna see what will happen when you pass?" He asks again and before I can say no he shows me; hung from the ceiling using a rope

"Tommy!" Clay screams from next to my body, clutching me as if I'll be revived; it makes me hurt just seeing this.

"What?" Tommy says as he strolled into the room, "ha! She finally did it! Fucking loser couldn't deal with it" he laughed his streamer laugh

His laugh echoed, black dust and goo started oozing out of my hanging body. Tommy's laughs were getting louder, the shadow was laughing, Clay started laughing, Nick was laugh, kids at school were laugh, Will was laugh, Tubbo was laugh.

"No!" I yell but I was drowned out

"NO! NO" I scream.
***

"NO!" I scream again, on my bed. Tears streaming down my face and my voice hurting from yelling.

My door busts open, it's Tommy.

"Hey, what's wrong" he runs to my side and goes to grab my hand but I pull away and push him. I didn't mean to, I know it's not true

What if it is?

Are you the shadow figure

Maybe

"Aaron? What's wrong? Talk to me love" Tommy pleads, reproaching

"I- the voice. He was a shadow, he said, he said-  laughing, m dead, you hate me" my breath goes ragged and I feel dizzy

"Come here" he pulls me to him and take me to the bathroom, setting me on the floor with my back against the wall, and grabs a clothe. Putting water on it and then touching it to my face. Bringing me back to reality

"Hey, hey, hey, it's me; you're ok" he whispers to me

"Yeah" I say, starting to fan out my breathing

"What happened?" He asks, grabbing my hand

"The voice in my head, he's a shadow; he said you didn't love me. You said you didn't care; he showed me! You didn't care that I died!" I yell and snatched my hand away. He jumped back out of shock and worry

"What? When- I do care, what did he show you" he says, looking hurt and concerned

"Yesterday, when I went upstairs; Clay asked how you felt about the bullies and you said I deserved it" I close my eyes, trying to not lose what I saw and clenched my jaw

"No, Aaron that's not what happened" he said grabbing one hand with both of his

"Then what did you say? What did Clay say" I ask, pulling my hands away from his again and standing up, stumbling a bit

"I- I asked Dream if I could..." he trailed off the last bit

"What?" I asked

"I was asking if I could take you out, on a date; tonight" he said looking down and we both stood in silence

"Why won't you look at me" I ask, my voice finally softening

"Well, I don't know, I was planning on asking better" he mumbled

I grab his hands, making him look at me, "I'd love to go on a date" I smile

A smile broke out on his face, then he stopped, "what else happened in your dream? We can't just skip past it" he says

"When I didn't believe him, he showed me; having...hung myself... and you laughed. And Clay laugh. And everyone I loved had laughed" I feel tears prickle in my eyes

"Oh Aaron" he pulls me into his lap, cradling me, "we love you, so much"

"I love y'all too" I say and burry my head into his neck, "we should go back to bed" I say

"But I wanna be with you" he looked sadly at me

"Come sleep in my bed?" I ask and he picks me up, carrying me to my room. When we lay down he had his head on my pillow with my head on his chests
***

I wake up at 10, since I went to bed late and woke up in the middle of the night, and Tommy was still in bed

I lay back down and snuggle to him, until I got hungry, so I got up and went downstairs

"Morning" Nick mumbled from the kitchen

"Morning" I say and go to the pantry

"Did you sleep with Tommy again?" He asks

That's weird

"Yeah? He came into my room after I had a nightmare" I say, getting a bowl

"I know this may not be my place, but it's weird. I mean y'all aren't dating, have only known each other for 2 months, you're both teenagers; which leads into other things" he looks at me while I pour my milk and cereal

"You're right" I say and he looks surprised, "that's not your place" I smile he ate a bit of my food, "I'm comfortable, he's comfortable; I don't see the worry"

"What're you wearing right now?" He asks

I look down to see what I was wearing, "a hoodie and shorts?" I say, what is this question

"What's under the hoodie? How short are those shorts?" He asks me

"There's a tank top that I'm wearing, and the shorts; ok yeah they're short, but it's fine" I mumble. The shorts are short.

"I'm just making sure you're being...responsible" he says, choosing his words carefully

"I get it, and thank you; but I've got it" I smile and eat my cereal

He nods and exits the room, pursing his lips. It's not his place to tell me that, but at least he cares.

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