Hero Gone Rouge

"I- I don't care anymore"

"Where have you been!?" Wilbur's voice yelled out as Tommy had shut the front door.
"We've been worried sick!"

"Hm?" Tommy lifted his head slightly, letting his back face his family. "didn't know you noticed," he mumbled.

"Tommy, where where you?" Phil spoke as Tommy turned his head and gave them a big smile.

"I went to Ran's for the night," He tilted his head and turned away, not paying attention to their faces.
No mind to the sleepless eyes they held, or how phill held almost the same dark bags with reds-shot eyes he had when the incident happened.
He couldn't see the way both Blades and Toby's eyes lit up as they saw him or the smile that dropped when they both realised something the others didn't, nor the way that both their hairs stood on end when he spoke.
He didn't see the bitten down nails Wilbur had, nor the large collection of coffee cups all over the kitchen sides.

"I'm going to my room now," he turned and walked away, leaving three of the four to sigh solemnly and half relaxed.

"Tommy, what the hell!?" Wilbur yelled after him, chasing him up to his bedroom door. "You were at Ran's house, great, why?
Didn't you just think for a moment that you should have let us know?"

Tommy paused, hand on the door knob, listening to the one sentence that'll make him explode.

"You're so selfish,"

"I'm the selfish one?" He turned, snapping harshly to the point Wilbur stepped back slightly. "Great, I'm the selfish one aren't I Wilbur?"

He stepped forwards.

"I'm the bad guy for waiting hours for a man who never came, I'm the bad guy for begging someone to take me home because no one remembered me."
He sighed, poking his cheek with his tongue. "I'm the twat because I went to the one person who would care. I'm the selfish prick because I put myself first for once in my damn life!"

He snarled at his brother. "Your issue is you don't know when the jokes over Wilbur."

"What the fuck are you on about?" Wilbur yelled back.

"I don't remember a lot about mum, nor the crash, or anything else of that time. But either way, one thing I do know is that at least when mum was here, someone loved me."

"What?"

"You will never know how much it hurts Wilbur, how much it hurts to be constantly asking 'when will my powers be here?' or 'Do I even have powers?', you don't know how it feels to live under your shadow."

Tommy lifted himself up, almost mirroring his brothers own height.
"You don't know what it's like to be nothing, nothing but a walking second place medal to everyone in my in family."

"You have everything, a nice family, school degrees, a hero's degree, fame. What do I have?"

"You have us tommy-"

"I have a family who forget about me, a failing social life, no powers, nothing but shit." He scoffed. " I have a family who are nothing to me."

"You don't mean that-"

"Do you know why there's scissors in every room Wilbur?, Well?"

Wilbur didn't say anything, leaving Tommy to chuckle darkly.

"Because of how often you tell me to shut up, because of how often you give it that little bit of want, because of how often my lips refuse to open unless I peel the skin of them. That's why."

He chuckled again, flapping his arms out before raising them as he spoke, "Do you know why I often go to Ran's? Or leave the house?"

Wilbur shook his head, not looking at Tom's face.

"Look at me when I speak to you," and he did, eyes wide, "it's because of how often I've been left alone, Because of how often I'm left locked in a room!" Tommy screamed out.

"Because of how fucking often, I am left, accused, belittled and forgotten by you all! So I'm so, so sorry if I leave without messaging, to go to the one fucking person I can whole heartedly say loves me!"

"W- what?" Wilbur went to speak, yet Tommy cut him off.
"I left, for less then one day, because I didn't want to go home, and be scared."

He glared at his brother, tears in his eyes, face above his now.
"Want to know one other thing Wilbur?"
No one spoke.

"Mum would have never, ever, forgotten my birthday."

Tommy didn't noticed the hurt face on Wilbur, nor the way his dad held his heart on the stairs and spaced wide eyed into the void. Nor the way Blade gripped Toby's hand and the way he squeezed it back, simply because he didn't care anymore.

He didn't care.

"Ran forgets alot of things,
but least he didn't forget my birthday..."

Tommy turned, slamming his bedroom door behind himself.
He slid, back against the door and cried.

He didn't care for them.
  He didn't want to be here anymore.

He didn't want to be, here...

The suit case had been stretched out on his bed, where as piles of clothes where shoved into his school bag, once neatly folded.
  He looked at his door, where he had moved his desk to block him, quickly scanning the things on top before rushing over to grab some of his books and school notes.
 
"Clothes, check," Tommy mumbled, as he placed the books into the case. "Books, check,"

He looked at the box under his bed, growing determined with each movement he took.

He pulled down each box on the shelf, each figure he placed neatly into the suit case.
He moved quickly.

He held his phone, pressing the call button as he zipped up each bag he owned.

"Please, I need you"

He undid his bed sheets, slitting a clean line though one end before twisting it up loads.

"Go to the side of the house, uh huh,  you'll know when you see it" he muttered, not caring for the steps that slowly moved beneath him as he opened up his window.

He didn't care.

He didn't want to care.

He wanted to go home.

To them.

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𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜,
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