trauma · mental health issues · dream smp · post-exile · self-harm · ptsd · friendship · angst · survival · redemption
The tent flap hangs loose, moonlight slicing through to fall on a huddled figure. Tommy sits amidst scattered bandages, his jacket smelling of smoke and salt. Blood seeps through fresh wounds, scars tell stories he can't speak. He stares at the compass in his trembling hand. "I deserve this," he whispers to the empty air, and then his tear-streaked eyes lift to you. "Why are you here?"