Dream Catcher

Heaven

Tommy sat outside the church in his car. He couldn't go in there. He just stared at the wheel and tightly gripped it. He couldn't look at his dads face again it would bring him back to the night he found him. He didn't wanna go back there and all Tommy could think about was how that man warned him and he was completely right.

Did he have a superpower or was is a coincidence?
It never is a coincidence in situations like this. Tommy was just staring at his wheel when a knock on the window brings him out of his thoughts.
It was Tubbo.

'Hey tommy you okay?' Tommy immediately broke out of his trance 'yeah.' Then he realised that the window was up and Tubbo probably wouldn't hear him at all. Tommy awkwardly pulled down the window. 'Yeah I'm good.' Tubbo was not convinced.
'Come on tommy we'll go in together.' 'Sound good?'
Tommy nodded and they both went inside.

Tommy sat near the back. Tubbo sat beside him and they both watched and listened as the priest said his prayers for Phil. Tommy was grateful for Tubbo, how he was there for him in his ugliest moments as he held back tears. Tommy didn't want to cry not today. He was not a pretty crier. Tommy gave in though and Tubbo didn't say a word he just patted him on the back and didn't judge him. Tommy couldn't take it anymore he stood up and walked out of there Tubbo let him go. Tommy didn't care who or how many were looking. He just hated fucking church and the fact his father was lying dead in one.

Tommy sat on the stairs outside and cried. He silently sobbed as he thought maybe just maybe if he got there a little bit faster Phil would still be there. Tommy never talked to Phil much and it hurt so much to know that now. Knowing he could've spent more time with his father, but it was too late now.

It's weird when someone you've known for so long isn't alive anymore. It's like listening to a song and it ends and there's about six seconds of silence at the end of it. It's still a song but there's nobody singing and it's silent. He was lying there in that church but there was no life left in him, just a body. A body that once could laugh, smile but now it was nothing.

Tommy looked down at his bandaged hand from trying to break down Phil's door. He noticed that the bandage was stained red meaning that the cut had opened again. He cursed under his breath and waited there. Waited until they brought Phil out to bring him to the graveyard to be buried.

They brought Phil out his casket now closed and he followed it. Followed it to the graveyard. Where Phil was put into a hole in the ground. A ritual done a million times over. We all came from a hole to be put back in one. Tommy wasn't done crying yet and and Tubbo found him again and consoled him while Tommy cried into his shoulder.

Tommy stayed long after everyone was gone. Tubbo did too. They just sat and talked about Phil and the memories they had about him. 'Tubbo I'm gonna get a bench and I'm gonna put it right here.' 'I'm gonna place it in front of his grave so I can sit with him you know?' Tommy said tears creeping back again. Tubbo smiled and nodded. 'Good idea Tom.' Tommy laughed. It wasn't fake. It was the first laugh in what felt like a long time.

Tommy looked at Phil's grave and he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye. He looked over to see the stranger smirking again. Tommy's heart jumped.
He started walking away. 'Where are you going?' Tubbo called after him. 'I have to go home.' Tommy snapped. 'Alright see you Tommy.'

Tommy got in his car and sped off. He didn't want to hear about more death. Whenever that fucker showed up it was bad news. Tommy didn't want to hear any more he just lost his father he couldn't face loosing anyone else.