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TW // Tommy death, hinted suicide
The first time he hurt himself was when he was only six years old. He doesn’t really remember it, and only knows it through tales that his family would recite to him and the etched scars across his body. They have forgotten now, as they have many other things.
They told him that it was a rainy day, or, that was how it was told most of the time. The grass was wet and slippery and he’d fallen prey to it, after having snuck away from the family.
One wrong step; he tripped; he fell; and he could’ve very much died there, if they weren't already on the search for him already.
The horror didn’t really come to him. Not really, when he barely remembers it having happened himself, and he might’ve regarded it as a false memory if the scars didn’t exist as witness.
Though, thinking about it now, blood cold on his back and head barely functioning, with only the sound of the ocean in the distance, solitude, alone, he feels that maybe he hadn’t forgotten the horror, per se, but that the horror hadn’t existed in the first place.