Sbi One Shots!

Imessage Darts isn't a real relationship

Tw: Suicide ideology, smoking, self harm, psych ward, abandonment issues

"I don't have abandonment issues."

"I'm not saying we should put a label like that on it, I'm just saying that you fear that people are going to leave you because of what has happened to you in the past."

"That is just a really long way of saying that I have abandonment issues, which I don't."

"Okay Tommy, well let's just talk about this next time yeah?"

"Whatever. See you next week Dr. Bridge." Tommy sighed as he stood up and made his way out of the office. He made his way out to the parking lot where he quickly spotted Phil's car. Wordless he got in and buckled his seatbelt.

"How was it?" Phil asked as they pulled out of the parking lot. Tommy just shrugged in response. Phil glanced at Tommy for a moment but didn't say anything else.

"I want to stop seeing Dr. Bridge." Tommy said after a while. This caught Phil off guard.

"Is there a reason why?" Phil asked, to which again Tommy just shrugged. "Okay we can find you someone else."

"I don't want to see therapists anymore." Tommy said quietly and Phil inhaled sharply.

"If that's what you want." Phil sighed.

"It is." Tommy said and they fell back into silence.

When they got home Tommy just went up to his room. Phil didn't even get a chance to close the front door by the time Tommy was closing his door.

Tommy kicked his shoes off before going any further into his room. He then walked over to his bed and sat down, glancing over at his desk for a moment. A stack of paperwork sat there and Tommy bit his lip thinking about it.

It was paperwork from when he was in the psych ward. He was supposed to be filling it out everyday, it was just mostly worksheets and things to help him with dealing with shit. Tommy just ignored it and laid down fully on the bed.

He pulled his phone out from his pocket and saw that Wilbur had played him back in "imessage darts" so it was now his turn.

He thought for a moment on how Wilbur didn't even know he went into the psych ward. He thought about how the last time Tommy had an actual conversation with Wilbur was years ago, and now they just play imessage games.

He thought about his brother was basically a stranger to him.

But then he stopped thinking about all of that so he could play Wilbur back.

Once he finished he put his phone back down and rolled over in bed, grabbing his blanket and tucking himself in. At 4:32pm with no dinner Tommy fell asleep, his father trying not to cry one floor below about not knowing how to help Tommy. And this was a normal Wednesday night.

The following morning when Tommy went downstairs to get his meds, Phil was already in the kitchen.

"Morning." Phil said lightly but Tommy didn't respond. Instead he stood by the counter near the medicine cabinet and Phil nodded. He took the key from his pocket and unlocked the medicine cabinet, grabbing Tommy's antidepressants and pulling out two of each of them. He handed them over to Tommy and he stared for a moment at the six tiny pills in his hand.

He hated this morning dance they had to do, but he ended up in the psych ward for a reason.

Tommy took the pills and washed them down with some water. He then turned to look at Phil.

"Alright, open." Phil say softly and Tommy rolled his eyes as he opened his mouth so Phil could check that he actually took his meds. "You're all good mate." He said after a moment.