Adoption-SBI

Cahpter 35

TW: nightmare, yelling, abuse, cussing, creepiness, panic attack

Tommy POV:

"WAKE UP IDIOT!"

My eyes shoot open and I look around.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE CLEANING THE HOUSE!"

I hear a man's voice shout before feeling a sharp pain as he hits me across my cheek.

"NOW GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND GO DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!"

He shouts before leaving the room and slamming the door shut behind him.

What?

I look around again.

My house?

Wait, I don't live here anymore?

Right?

Wait, wasn't I.. adopted by....Phil?

Why am I here?

I gasp with realization that I'm in a nightmare or flashback.

This has happened before I'm pretty sure.

I remember this, is this like a flashback nightmare?

If I remember correctly, I started having a panic attack and stayed in my room for too long, so he came back to hurt me.

Should I wait for him to come?

Before I get a chance to think about it, the door slams open. The loud noise causes me to flinch.

I look up at Jeff, and he's so angry that I'm fearing for my life in this dream.

I look over to his hand to see a large kitchen knife.

As the memories flood back to me, I remember this was the morning he almost killed me.

I barely ended up surviving how much he hurt me this time, and there is no way I want to relive it.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me out of bed before moving the knife closer to me.

As the knife gets closer and closer, I start to panic.

"This is a nightmare! I'm asleep right now!" I yell, mostly to reassure myself.

However, Jeff drops the knife and looks me dead in the eyes.

He still holds his grip on my wrist, in fact, it gets tighter and I can't even move away.

All of a sudden, I'm even more scared than before.

He keeps staring at me, holding eye contact.

He doesn't even have a facial expression.
(This is what I mean 😐)

Yet he doesn't let go.

A couple seconds later, he suddenly lets go of my wrist, which leaves a red mark.

Then he just stands up and leaves the room.

He doesn't even look mad?

He leaves the door open and just slowly walks downstairs.

"What?" I say to myself concerned.

I stare at the doorway where he just was in shock.

But I immediately regret saying anything as the door slams shut, without anyone touching it.

My breathing begins to pick up and I panic even more.

It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a-

The lights in my room dim, I can still see, but the darkness makes it even more creepy.

I quickly get up to go on my bed for comfort, but as I'm about to go on my bed, I hear a low chuckle coming from the closet behind me.

I quickly turn around, forgetting about the bed.

My closet door is halfway open, and behind it is pitch black darkness.

It's just a drea-

I see a creepy distorted claw-hand thing grab onto the edge of the door from inside my closet.

My eyes widen as I watch the thing.

Please wake up, please wake up, plea-

A distorted face slowly comes into view, peeking out of the closet.

WAKE UP

"WAKE UP" I shout to myself loudly.

I sit up quickly and realize how sweaty I am.

I'm heavily breathing and I'm still shaking.

I can't stop panicking, but I attempt to keep it quiet so I don't wake the others.

It's still dark out and everyone's still asleep.

1...2...3....

I read somewhere counting helps with panic attacks?

4...5...6...7

This feels dumb.

8...9...10...

Stupid internet.

My shaking eventually slows down a bit as my mind begins to wander.

I'm finally able to calm myself down, and bonus; I'm able to do that without anyone waking up.

I lie back down and sigh.

Sleep is overrated.

I close my eyes, and an hour or so later, I finally fall asleep.

A/N

Hey! Look at that! I posted!

Kind of rushed, but all my chapters are.

Go eat. Go drink water. Go to sleep.

Luv y'all <3