Cuckoo (Sequel to Outlaws Of Love)

Two

*Allyson's POV*

"Come on, we've tried everything. He's not going to talk," Rose said, continuing with painting her toenails a deep purple.

"It still doesn't hurt to see him. I'm sure he likes having someone there, even if he doesn't want to talk to them," I argued. It had been nearly two weeks since Adam left, and since Tommy has spoken. It really bothered me, to say the least. Of course I knew that I couldn't know what it's like going through what he is, but when you have friends and family that care about you and try to make you feel better, the least you could do is say no. Heck, I'd be happy even if he told me to go fuck off! I mean, at least that's something. And I know he's lonely without Adam and he can't just stay like that until he comes home. He doesn't go to school, or leave that bed for that matter. He hardly even eats!

Rose must have sensed my inner turmoil, for she stopped looking at her feet and screwed the nail polish shut, setting it on the table next to the couch. "So what do you think we should try differently his time?" She said halfheartedly. I didn't blame her much—we did go over there an awful lot with no progress other then now he would let us comfort him.

I shifted from my seat on the recliner to on the wooden floor, lying on my back to stare at the ceiling absentmindedly. "Hmm..." I pondered. What else could we really do? "I don't know... but he is literally killing himself right now, and I can't let that happen," I stated bluntly. He was unwillingly committing a slow suicide without even knowing. And that's probably what scared me the most about his condition.

My cousin let out a dragged out sigh. "I know," she said sadly. Her green eyes frowned. Her eyeliner wasn't nearly as perfect as it usually is, and her hair was in a sloppy ponytail with strands of fading hair handing around her face. All of this drama put a ton of stress on everybody. "But it's not like we can force him to eat or move. He won't even say anything. How are we supposed to know what to do?" she wasn't making this any better, but I knew she was right, unfortunately. I really missed the Tommy I had first met and... well; I try not to think of what else we did because it's what started this mess in the first place. So, naturally I would try to fix it. In order to do that, I would have to forget what happened. Although, I have a feeling that it will be a bit challenging.

"I feel like we are getting to him though. Last time I got him to nod and shake his head. Isn't that progress?" I threw out there hopefully. But who was I kidding?

She forced on a sympathetic smile. "Kind of," she pushed out unconvincingly.

I stood up from my position on the ground and stretched my exhausted muscles. "Eh, I know," I rolled my eyes at myself, dragging my feet to the kitchen and pulling out a highly caffeinated soda. I opened it with a hissing sound as it let out some carbonated pressure. Bringing to my lips, I chugged down about half of it, sucking in air when I finally removed it.

Rose stared at me wide-eyed with a quizzical look. "Were ya thirsty?" she asked facetiously.

I wiped my mouth clean of the sticky red liquid with the back of my hand. I shrugged. "Not really, but if we're going back to Tommy with all his glumness and depressive state, I'm gonna need something to keep me going; hence drinking this."

She glanced at the pop and played with her lip ring between her teeth before walking over to me, minding her newly-painted toes. "Good idea," she decided, grabbing one for herself, consuming it more gracefully than I had. Gulping down the small remainder of the fluid, I threw away the empty can and headed upstairs for my keys. As I opened my door, I automatically checked the wall to the left, the one that faces opposite of my bed. On it hang a drawing of myself, pinned up by a tack. I tore my eyes away before I got too interested in it again and had to study it for the millionth time as I thought about impossible questions that popped to mind like How did he know to make my hair in a lopsided ponytail? or Did he just make me have short and thick eyelashes because Adam's are like that? and Had he seen a picture of me before he drew this girl from his mind?

Ignoring the cherished marvel, I rummaged through the piled up junk on my vanity table, pushing hair products and not-completed homework assignments and B+ tests out of my way. Hearing metal clicking against metal, I looked on the ground and sure enough my keys were there, lying next to my favorite book, The Notebook. An idea sparked through me and I snatched up both items into my grasp and fled down the stairs, skipping every other one. I shoved the book into my bag and just caught Rose grabbing a handful of mints and pushing them into her pocket as she sucked on one. I don't know why, but she insists that the mints relax her, and I've seen them work. I just decide to accept it. I extended my hand, palm up, and she dropped a candy into it.

"Ready to go?" I asked her, crunching down on the tiny dessert.

She nodded, "Yeah. Let's get this over with."

Walking to my car, we hopped in and drove in silence for a minute before I decided to lighten up the mood and turn on the radio. It did, to an extent, but my mind was racing with thoughts. What if he would never get better? What if just gave up on everything and tried to do just what Adam did? What is going on in his mind to act this way? Why did he drag me into this? Why did I have to be so stupid?!

I huffed angrily to myself and drove a bit faster to make the trip as short as possible, arriving at Adam's house in less than 10 minutes.

"Hello, Leila!" I greeted as lightly as I could as she opened the door.

Smiling hopefully, she answered, "Hi girls! What brings you around?" She was already leaning aside, knowing in the back of her head what we were doing.

"We just came to visit Tommy," Rose answered kindly, stepping up. Mrs. Lambert let out a quick breath, moving to let us in.

The house seemed less energetic without Adam around, and her step wasn't as lively, either. I also noticed that dark bags had formed under her tired-looking eyes and new wrinkles formed on her usually smooth and young face. This had affected all of us, really.

We trotted up the stairs where the rooms were held; particularly interested in Adam's old room where we were sure Tommy was moping around in. Passing the bathroom, I saw that Adam's straightener and makeup had been cleaned off, leaving the counter clear, save soap, toothpaste and toothbrushes. I sighed to myself, remembering the few times I had been here when Adam would meet us by the door and attack us with hugs, jumping in excitement. He probably hates me now...

Taking a deep breath in, we stopped at Adam's room. I was about to knock when I observed that the door wasn't shut tightly like it usually is, but rather slightly ajar and opened enough for the shreds of light to file in lightly to the hallway. My eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

"Tommy?" I called gently, pushing the door and poking my head inside. The first thing I saw was Adam's bed empty and in disarray.

Going in further, my heart seemed to stop and a strangled cry climbed its way out of my closing throat. Lying there, completely motionless was the blonde's lifeless body, a slowly growing pool of sinister blood leaking its way from his arm.