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Tommy knew his family didn’t care about him, they were all caught up in their own worlds. Phil and Techno were always training and Wilbur was focusing on his music more. There was no one for Tommy to hang out with. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t even notice him gone.
They didn’t notice how he only wore hoodies even when it was hot out. They didn't notice how he stopped talking. They didn’t notice how he stayed in his room all day. They didn't notice anything.
Tommy didn't want to live anymore, he didn't know how he could keep going on. There were so many scars on his forearms that it looked like he was mauled by a bear. His ribs hurt from over binding. He didn’t eat anymore and if he did it was only a granola bar. He didn’t want the attention, he just wanted people to care about him again. He didn’t like being alone, but yet he isolated himself from his family and friends.
He still hasn’t told his family that he’s trans, he doesn’t want the disappointment on his dad’s face. He knows that they will support him but he’s fucking scared.
“Theodosia, it's time for dinner.” His brother was at the door.
“Okay, I'll be down in a few.” He knew he wasn't going to go down and eat.
“Theia, come down now and eat with the family!” His dad was now yelling for him, fuck he doesn’t want to get in trouble.
“Fine, old man I'll be down in a minute!” He yelled as he was putting on his hoodie, hiding his scars. His family didn’t need to know that he was trans or fucking hurting himself after what happened with Wilbur.
God it had been about 2 years since Wil tried to kill himself. Tommy was the one that found Wilbur, Tommy was the one to call 911. Tommy remembers how isolated Wilbur was before his attempt, Wilbur always snapped at him when he was talking about anything saying that he was ‘being loud’ whatever that meant. He also remembers how much he missed Wil, even if Wilbur was in the same house as him.
Tommy didn’t realize someone walked in his room, he was zoned out just thinking about what happened 2 years ago. Tommy doesn’t realize someone is shaking him or trying to get his attention. What got Tommy’s attention was the very loud and worried voice.
“Theia! Are you okay?” The voice sounded so concerned and worried for him, but he was still zoning back in so he couldn't figure out which family member it was.
“Huh?...um yeah I’m fine” Tommy said in a quiet voice “I umm...got distracted sorry..”
“It’s okay T, I was just getting you for dinner” Techno said in a calm voice - Tommy could tell it was Techno now. Tommy smiled at what Techno called him, but before he could get distracted again he followed Techno down stairs.
When Tommy got down stairs he saw Phil and Wilbur at the table already. They were talking about something and then Phil laughed. Tommy feels left out, he always feels left out with this family.
“Theia are you just going to stand there or are you gonna come sit down and eat?” Phil asked in a joking but concerned way.
“Yeah, sorry I was just thinking of umm...” Tommy had to think of something quick “..homework?” he said while rubbing his neck, you could tell that he came up with it on the spot but his family just went back to talking like normal.
He went to sit down next to Techno but Wilbur grabbed his wrist and pulled him to sit next to him, Tommy tried to hide that fact that it was on his cuts and that it fucking hurt a lot.
“Theia sit next to me!” Wilbur whined and continued to pull on Tommy’s wrist to the point that the new cuts had started to open. Tommy quietly winced and sat down next to his brother not saying anything.
“Are you gonna eat mate?” Phil asked with concern in his voice.
Tommy doesn't know how to answer, he really doesn’t want to eat dinner with them . He just wants to be alone and clean up his cuts, but no he has to sit at the table with his family and talk to them like he wasn’t just in his room cutting up his arms, PLUS he has to deal with being deadnamed and misgendered.
“Theia, are you okay? You've been spacing out a lot lately” Techno said with clear concern in his voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine” he was frustrated with all the questions “I’m going to my-”
“You haven’t even touched your food yet” Wil cut him off from talking.
“I’m just not hungry” Tommy rolled his eyes “Now if you excuse me I’m going to my room.” he said as he got up from the table to leave.
Tommy rushed up stairs to get to his room he might have tripped on a few steps but no one needs to know that, once he got to his room he locked the door behind him and started making a plan. He grabbed some paper and a pencil and started writing his suicide note.
“Dear Family
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