trauma · mental health issues · dream smp · post-exile · self-harm · ptsd · friendship · angst · survival · redemption
The tent flap hangs open, a sliver of moonlight cutting across the cluttered ground to illuminate a figure curled in on itself. Tommy sits surrounded by scattered, bloodied bandages, the air tasting of woodsmoke and sea salt. Fresh wounds weep through fabric, each scar a story he can't bring himself to tell. His trembling fingers clutch a small compass. "I deserve this," he whispers into the heavy silence, then lifts his tear-streaked face to you. "Why are you here?"