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This is
Chapter 2, Christmas.
Disclaimer- Tommy owned by the Who, mainly, Pete Townshend.
Tommy woke up to darkness again.
Is it night time still?
Suddenly, someone was shaking his arms. He felt his mother's cool touch. Even though the previous event had deprived him of most of his senses, it didn't prevent his memories. He still remembered the lover who killed that mysterious man.
His mother pulled his blankets away from him and lifted him up out of bed. She pulled him out the door and down the stairs. He still remembered what his house looked like. He felt the squeak of the third stair down, just as it always was, except this time, he could not hear it.
He was placed on some sort of chair. What is happening…?
Someone thrust a box at him. He felt the smooth paper covering it.
A present?
He could no longer keep track of the time. It could've been hours later, or minutes, but he was finally lifted from his seat and brought to the dining room.
Someone fed him a bite of fruitcake.
Fruitcake? Is it Christmas time already?
At some point later, he was brought back up to his room. His mother's cool hands shook his arms, and pressed her face against his shoulder. She put small figurines in his hands, but Tommy didn't accept them. He was then placed in his bed.
With a head empty of thoughts, he drifted into sleep.
Chapter three guaranteed to be up very soon
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