EddsWorld OneShots Book#1 [Requests ᏨᏝᎾᎦᏋᎠ]

Depressed! Tom X Reader {IMPORTANT; READ!!!}

:Your Pov:

   You yawn a long and loud-ish yawn. It was almost midnight, so you were exhausted. Tom was sitting next to you on the couch and was also starting to close his nonexistent eyes and fall asleep. You grabbed hold of the remote and pressed the off button to turn off the TV. Tom mumbled something inaudible and opened his eyes, sitting forward.
   "It's almost midnight, Tom." You stated like Captain Obvious, "We should head off to sleep."
   "Yeah, okay," he sleepily replied.
   You turn off the living room lights and brush your teeth. Then you throw on your pajamas and jump into bed. You were staying in Matt's room for now because he is your cousin(Does anyone get that reference?), so you trusted him more than these other strangers. Except for Tom. There was just something about him that made you think he wouldn't do anything to you.
   Edd was an okay person from what you've seen from him so far. He's good making jokes and puns, especially when they include his own name. He also has this strange addiction to Coca Cola, and drinks nothing but it, which you find a little strange. But then there's Tord. And he's just... well he's just Tord.
   You glanced over at your vain cousin in the bed across the room and smiled. Matt could be so oblivious sometimes, it was funny. You closed your eyes after another yawn, and fell into a dream.
Green leaved trees rustled all around you as you rested in a hammock. Why were you in a hammock? Who knew but you were lovin' it. The sky was a perfect, cloudless, endless blue wall above you. Nothing could ruin this moment. Absolutely nothing.
   A penguin walked up to you. It was wearing a little red bow tie and looked up at you with its little penguin eyes. You said, "Awww," and reached down to pet it. What does a penguin feel like? Probably feathery, since it's a bird.
   But an unexpected event occurred. The penguin melted into a bubbling puddle of black, white, and red. You screamed and was thrown off of the hammock. You fell face first into the puddle and pushed yourself out of it. It wasn't actually hot, but it sure was gross.
   When you got out of the melted creature and wipped it off your face, you opened your eyes. The whole place has completely changed. The trees which harbored the greenest of leaves were now only char statues meant to resemble what used to be. Behind you, where the hammock once was, there now stood a tall figure draped in a dark cloak. Death?
   You looked up at him, still dripping in the liquified penguin you fell into. It bent down to you, picking you up.
   "Hello, F/N," it said.
   "Uhhhhhh," Your eyes darted around, "Hi."
   "You are the reason." It's purple claw reaches over and taps your nose, "You have more power than you know you have."
   You cough, "Excuse me, what?"
   "Tom," it dragged its tail over some land, breaking apart many charred trees that dared to be in its path. "Go to his room. You'll find out his secret."
   "Secret? What secre-," you started.
   You woke up randomly, looking at the clock on your bedside table. It has only been eight minutes since you hit the hay. But the dream has spoken, and you must've woken up for that reason. You forced yourself out of bed and snuck out of the room, quietly walking across the hallway and pressing lightly on Tom's door. There was a light on inside the room.
   It was quiet but you could hear Tom breathing. You cracked the door open and peeked in to spot Tom sitting on the end of his bed. His head was in his hands and he was hunched over. His position either meant he was stressed or sad. Perhaps both?
   He rubbed his face with his hands and uncovered his face. Tom stood up and walked towards the door.
Shuit.
   Tom spotted your face though the door's crack and looked surprised.
   "F/N," Tom asked in a way you couldn't tell if he was embarrassed, sad, angry, or anything else. "What are you doing?"
     "Oh uh," you hadn't planned this far. "I was just looking at what you were doing with the light on. Y'know, since I thought you went to sleep and all. So I was confused to see you were still up and I didn't want to bother you but then you got up and now you see me so I guess I failed at that."
   Tom opened the door all the way and you walked in, "No, it's okay. I wasn't doing anything anyway."
   "But you were." You said, "Why were you holding your head?"
   "Just a headache," he waved it off and sat on the bed.
   "What is your secret?" You asked straight up.
   "S-secret-," Tom widens his eyes in a small panic. "I would never hide anything from you."
You narrowed your eyes at him to try to intimidate him into telling you. And apparently it worked... maybe? Who knows?
Tom sighed, "Okay... I do have one secret."
Okay; good start. Now, TELL ME.
He rolled up his pajama sleeves and faced his wrist towards you. This explained it all; there was no need for words to say he was depressed if there were visible cuts. You mentally started to count them, for whatever reason you do that for. There were about 8 on his left wrist and 12 on the other. You winced and reached for his wrists.
"Tom!" You grabbed his hands and stare at the scars, "Why, Tom?!"
"What? Are you...," he asked quietly, tears forming at the bottom of his two endless voids, "...worried?
"More than worried!" You squeezed his hands and felt sadness start to take control, "I-I can't stand seeing this! Why would you harm yourself?!"
   Tom replied, it hardly audible, "Nobody cares about me...."
   And in the shortest second to ever exist, you trapped him in an embrace which had knocked him backwards onto the bed. He was still for a moment, staring straight. Finally, he looked down at you when you began to hug tighter.
   "F/N?" Tom asked, "Why are you hugging me?"
   "Just promise me..." You paused as to not let yourself cry, "...you won't ever do this again."
  He didn't respond for a long time, but when he did, this was all he said, "Only for you."

   For -HarpoonChild-. Okay, so serious talk this time, guys. Like I mentioned in the last OneShot, this A/N is going to be about the subject of depression. So if you are sensitive to this subject or just don't care for whatever reasons you have, I recommend you don't read this A/N. Okay, so... here's the depression I'm talking about:
de·pres·sion
dəˈpreSH(ə)n/Submit
noun
noun: depression; plural noun: depressions
1.
feelings of severe despondency and dejection.
"self-doubt creeps in and that swiftly turns to depression"
PSYCHIATRY
a mental condition characterized by feelings of severe despondency and dejection, typically also with feelings of inadequacy and guilt, often accompanied by lack of energy and disturbance of appetite and sleep.
So, as you may or may not know, I mentioned in the previous OneShot that I had finally beaten my depression. I can finally be happy without having to pretend anymore and I realized I had beaten it because I could be happy without effort, cared more about the others around me, and regretted that I spent all that time being sad. While I was depressed, I never seemed to get away from the recurring signs to help you get out of your depression. They're everywhere, but they never seem to pop up as much unless you have recently been involved in the subject in one way or another. Talking about it, hearing about it, reading about it, etc. And so, I thought about it a few days ago. I'm gonna write about depression, to pass it on. Even though there are hundreds +some of things to help people with depression, but, with things such as this, I don't believe there can really be too many signs. So if you know anyone with depression, or think someone you know might have it, start researching it and take precautions. Know the signs, all of them, and get to really know your stuff. Life can bring unexpected turns into your trip, and so, even if you think you or someone you know are the happiest person alive, Life could have other plans. Here's something,

I personally have never used it, but when they came to my school a few years ago, they explained everything about it and it sounded pretty good. But there's also different numbers for different places. Example: There may be a different number for ppl in the UK than there is in the US. So make sure you check if the number works for your area. Another thing is about talking to depressed or suspected depressed people. There are cans and can'ts about what you should say to them. So do do research on that matter as well. I know this sounds like a lot of heck'n stuff to Google, but hey, if you do do it, and you're right about someone you know being depressed or starting to be, it'll all be worth it in the end. In fact, even if you don't know the person, it might just be worth it to make sure nothing is wrong. But don't sound like a creep or anything. XD Anyways, with that information I've jammed into this A/N and whatever you find elsewhere, I hope you can help someone or yourself if needed.

More To Come My Ghosties!