Sailing Sea (BEING REWRITE ig)

Separated Friendship - 1

i draw the picture, u can see it on my insta; lazys_doodles

I'm sorry if my grammars either words nor vocabulary r bad, English not my first language, i'm still learning about it
Have fun! :D
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WARNING!!!
Angst baby
traumatic teenager
Nightmares
Past memories
Panic attack
Self harm
Blood + gore
lonely
Bruises and wounds

Never expecting me for the fluffy scene at the first chapters >:)
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'put your items in the hole tommy'

'oh tommy...'

'tommy... I am your friend! You don't need your Tubbo...'

'Tommy...'

'Tommy...'

'tommy...
'TOMMY-'

'wake up'

'It's not your time to die, yet'

' It's not your time to die, yet'

'Tommy.. '

'Tommy'
'tommy'
'TOMMY'
'TOMMY JUST-'
'WAKE UP!' 'TOMMY WAKE UP'
'WAKE UP!-'
"AAAHH-... U-HU-HUH? I-i... O-oh... I-it.. is.. just another nightmares..." Tommy woke up in his tent, he jumped a little then sat up in shock, white thin tent without any warmer to warm him from night cold, he barely got it, but Dream won't let him... He look at items around him, it's just his bed, chest, ender chest,crafting table... Wait where's his oven, oh there is it, across of his bed, and those photos of his friends, outside of the tent... Apparently a lot of mobs spawning, ready to attacked any people who's nearby.

He feels like dying, crying over night because his stupid nightmares won't go away, hungry stomach and with a very fast heartbeat, like he had run for miles, he began to panic, panic attack over his head, his body begin to ached, shortness of breath that hasn't gone since he woke up, his visible slowly gone to dark. This is Dream SMP, never expecting some teenagers who are having a good life, they'll be traumatized.

After a minutes try to controlling his panic, his eyesight is getting better, finally... He begin to look around again, hoping he find something that makes him more comfortable like a miracle that comes to anybody... But it was nothing more that his thin pillow... He even never get new clothes since in the exile

The cold air blowing the tent, the sound of the mobs and the sound of the very quiet night, the sea water seemed to be calling him to drown, he wished so
Tommy gasps the air over and over again " *cough* *cough* " he cried, he wishes he'll wake up on the comfortable bed and warm room, he want his old house, he hoped he'll come back. His eyes is so tired for this, he began to cry louder, sobbing at his fate that being exiled. He's sweating before lying down to his bed again, this night is freezing, he also asks himself why he is still alive, other people will die in extreme cold weather, why not him? Nobody care about him either, he's had been alone for... 3-4 weeks or 1-2 months and now he's suffering to death. He took out some wood from his inventory and put some wood in his oven, waiting for the woods getting warmer, the winds blown to inside his tent, 'i need to get a new tent...' he commented himself before walked to his opened tent and closed it, oh before he close it, he looks around first. 'Gosh it's freezing outside' , he need to make sure everything is safe and back to his bed

He sat on his bed, a mess blond hair, it's never be washed just become more gray, the pairs of blue skies eyes that now become gray blue, green dull bandana on his bed, he took off the bandana before going to bed earlier. Ripped shirt and even the only one shoe left, his body is so skinny, a lot of scars and bruises on is body, especially on his back...