Disaster (Tomark)

Chapter 2.

Mark was already half way back home when he realized he couldn't find his wallet.

"Oh shit!" He yelled as he patted himself down, trying to find his lost wallet.

After a minute of searching himself, Mark realized he probably left it at Tom's house and made his way back.  It probably took about 2 seconds for Mark to reach Tom's place. He pulled in the empty drive way and made his way out of his car. He walked up to the door and knocked twice before waiting. He knew Tom was home but why wasn't he answering? Maybe he was sleeping? Then again, Anne warned Mark about how Tom can get very emotional sometimes. He didn't know what to do, he stood there, thinking to himself. Should he go in or should'nt he? A minute later, Mark made up his mind and decided to go in and see what's up. He walked in the house and looked around. It was very quiet, too quiet. 

"Tom?!" Mark screamed through out the house. 

He made his way up the stairs and stopped in front of Tom's door. He put his ear up to it and could hear Tom's sobs quietly through the door. In an instant, Mark opened the door and searched around the room looking for Tom. 

"Tom, where are you?" Mark still continued to search around the room until he saw that Tom's bathroom door was shut.

Mark ran up to the door and tried opening it but the door was locked. 

"Tom, what are you doing?" Mark played with the door knob, but still no budge. 

"please tell me whats wrong.."

"Tom, Answer me..

"I can't fucking take it anymore, okay?" Tom screamed through the wood. 

"What? What can't you take anymore?" Mark could hear Tom sob a little louder.

"My life, i hate it. Fuck.." Tom screamed.

Mark bent down at the door and pressed his head against it lightly. "Please don't say that, Tom.. you don't mean it," 

"But.. i do mean it, n-no one gives a f-fuck,no one.."Tom stuttered through his sobs.

"I do, Tom.. i know it's hard to believe but i'm here.. i care," Mark felt so guilty for leaving Tom in this kind of emotional state. He knew there was something up but he just pushed it aside like it was nothing. He should of payed more attention to Tom and actually took the time to figure out what was wrong, but no, he  tossed it to the side like it was nothing. Now he could see why Tom was such a wreck. No one took the time to even care, which made Mark feel even more like a dick. 

"Listen to me, i want you to open this door and talk to me.. please? I don't want you to do anything stupid, i'm here and i'm not going anywhere.. ever," Mark pleaded. 

The next thing, the door flung open and Tom fell into Mark arms, crying in his chest. all Mark could do was wrap his arm's around him, holding him in a tight embrace.

"Nobody cares!" Tom's screams were muffled by Mark's chest.

" I care, Tom.." Mark's eyes started to become glassy, witnessing the younger boy practically screaming bloody murder into his body. 

"How? how do i know this isn't some sick joke you're just playing on me? how do i know you're just doing this for the kicks? how do i fucking know?" Tom looked up at Mark with tears streaming down his face. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks and lips were white as a ghost. He looked like a zombie. 

"Why would i fuck around with your emotions? I'm not a dick, i'm not apart of any clique, i'm me and just me," 

Tom stared at Mark for a few seconds before grabbing Mark's wrists and crying in his chest again. Mark noticed the fresh cuts on Tom's wrist and pulled his arms away from Tom's grasp. Tom looked up at him and Mark couldn't help by grabbing the weak wrist and staring at it.