Hero Gone Rouge

"Hello?"

He sat alone on the wooden, ring seat.

Tommys back facing the rotting metal of the shops mascot whilst the front faced the parked car land of silence.
  Some of the street lamps had already started to turn on, despite the fact it had only been four and the only thing blocking out the sun was the ash - purple clouds in the sky.

Occasionally people would past by, walking towards the direction of their car or even across the road towards where a bus stop awaited for them, some times even the sound of children joking or adults saying goodbye to eachother broke the silence of the lonesome time. The ice air started to spike higher, shivering his spine whilst birds called for their parents.

He should have been home by now, he even started to think about just walking back - yet the darker sky started to aloom and by time Tommy would have even been half way, the soot clouds would have eaten him whole.

So he stayed waiting.

Some of his old friends that he had spotted, had left soon after five minutes of closing time; even those that had waited in their cars, for what ever reason, had began to leave and other cars filled in. (Those other cars being a single blue car).

It wasn't unusual for him to see the silence of the ending day, it wasn't usual for the ice to start bring in power and the feeling of being a burden for asking for help would creep up again.
   It had become a scheduled thing, one that never really stuck to a time frame; it could vary from a single minute or over three hours and each time was still a guessing game.
Some times there would be hints, like a message that had been answered or a question of where he was; other times there would be nothing but panic that crept up, that panic from not responding or not even asking where Tommy was currently.

Cars began to leave more frequently, near to seventeen still remained either way; yet the sky still began to darken.
Tommy could probably make it towards the usual shop drop-off point by point darkness, yet the fear of being behind on a road fork didn't really please all to much.

So he'll wait.
Wait and sit with his back turned to the statue whilst his legs where held close to his chest.

Tommy'd never say just how much the cold froze his fingers, nor how off putting it was to sit inside whilst those leaving stared at you.

Sometimes, once half-past had came, one of the nicer workers in the building would ask if he was okay, or if he had a way to get home; every time he would answer them back and say a simple "yes" or that he "had just called his dad" which, majority times, had been true to some extent.

It had almost been an hour now: he'd gaven up spacing out on the world and entering the land he wanted, so Tommy did what ever teenager would do.
They switched on their phones.

He mindlessly scrolled through whatever came up when he turned his data on, fully aware that the data may be running out soon or may have already.
Tommy responded to the text he choose to, mostly only two of his friends asking if he would be online tonight.
  He flicked through stories that friends uploaded, paying no mind to the loading button that buffered on his screen; all that matter was the last one loaded so it counted as read.

Tommy out stretched his legs, back still arched like a candy cane. No longer caring as not many would see him now.
Those that would, would only be cleaning staff or workers doing overtime due to those staff members that just did to much or to little.
  Granted, he thought those worker that stayed where stupid, yet either way when one of those through came through the sliding doors he still put his feet down.

Lights had started to go out in the shopping building, it had been two hours since the actual day ended, stores locked up and only the night lights on the stairs stayed up as well as those in the main area.