When I'm Gone [Tom X Reader]

New Neighbor

This is modeled after Dear Starboy, a sad TomTord story by saltiestblueberry and a lot of it is inspired by their book. I also decide on a lot of things for you so sorry if you don't like somethings. Link to Dear Starboy: https://my.w.tt/UiNb/4fVrAnCiVI

D/S-District high school
B/M-Birthday month

[Tom's POV]
I hear the sound of a moving truck pull into the neighboring house to mine. I look out the small window to see a girl about my age with H/C H/L hair. She walked into the house. I guess she is my new neighbor.

I walk back to my bed and put on my deep blue headphones. I blast a song into my ears. Then, somehow I hear a knock at the window of the F/C house that could see straight into my room. I sit up to see who it was. It was the girl with H/C hair! Now I could identify some of her features. She had E/C eyes that seemed to glow. She had S/T skin and it gleamed in the summer haze. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a gray cardigan. She also had on some gray shorts and had her ears pierced with F/C rhinestones. She also had on an amulet with a purple rhinestone and a bracelet on her left forearm with green rhinestones. I guess she really liked fake gems.

"Hey neighbor!" She greets me.

"Uh...hi." I say awkwardly. She had a warm smile that lit up the space between us.

"What's your name? My name's Y/N
L/N." She asks in a A/C accent.

"Thomas Thompson. But you can call me Tom." I answer her question.

"Nice name! I like it." She compliments me.

"T-thanks. W-what are you interested in?" I muster up the courage to ask her.

"Well I like forests, animals, and music." She says.

"Heh, I like music too." I mention.

"Really? Cool!" She exclaims.

We talk for a while, then she hears someone calling her.

"I-I, gotta go. Bye!" She says quickly. She shuts the window and rushes to her door. I shut my window and leave back to my bed.

{Your POV}
"Get down here you piece of s***!" You hear your father yell.

"Yes father." You say calmly.

"Who were you talking to!" He screams.

"I-I was talking to our neighbor's son." You manage to say. You were scared.

"Well...if you tell him anything about this..." He starts. "You'll regret it."

"Yes father." You say, walking back up the stairs. You hear a beer bottle smash behind you, lodging glass shards into you shoulder. You screamed and ran up the stairs. Tom must have heard, because he was standing at his white painted window.

[Tom's POV]
I heard a scream and some running so I stood at the window. Y/N rushes into her room and slams the door. I notice that a few pieces of brown stained glass were lodged in her right shoulder.

"Hey, are you alright?" I ask.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." She says. She proceeded to try to pick the glass shards out of her shoulder. She was in extreme pain by the look on her face.

"Are you sure? Do you need any help?" I check.

"No, I'm as bright as day!" She laughs.

"If you say so..." I say suspicious of her actions.

{Your POV}
Phew! He doesn't suspect a thing! At least I hope...

You are in severe pain from the glass. You acquired some rubbing alcohol and applied it to the cuts the bottle had made in your skin. It stung. You winced.

"Hey, what school do you go to? I go to D/S." He asked you.

"Really? Me too!" I say with excitement that distracted you from the pain.

[Tom's POV]
Her face lit up at the mention of the fact that we were going to the same school. It definitely took her mind off the pain for a few minutes.

"What grade are you in?" She inquired.

"I'm in 11th grade, and 16 years old." I add.

"Ha, I'm also in 11th grade, but I'm 15." She said. "I turn 16 in B/M."

"Nice. How'd you get into school so young?" I postulated.

"Well, I didn't actually. I skipped a grade." She tells me.

"Wow! You must be smart!" I compliment her.

"Aw, thanks. But not really." She blushes.

"I'm sure you are." I say.

"Hah, but what do you think happens when we die?" She wonders.

"I don't know. I think we go up, like farther than space." I think.

"Yeah, I always thought that too." She says. There was a long pause until she said,

"But anyway, what time is it?"

"6:30-7:00." I answer, looking at the clock.

"Oh! I must get going soon. I have to grocery shop for my father." She says.

"What about your mother?" I enquired.

"My mother...died in a plane crash." Her eyes filled with tears.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry! Was that a touchy subject? I'm sorry!" I say quickly.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to talking about it." She forgave me. "I gotta go. Bye!"

"Heh, bye Y/N." I say.

{Your POV}
You sneak downstairs to outside. Yes, you planned to go grocery shopping but you also found a favorite place in the woods that you wanted to visit.

You managed to sneak out the old door and walk to the grocery store. You buy everything needed, then you see something.

A rope.

No. I won't do it. He means to much, event though I just met him.

You grab your bags and you trot out of the store to your house. It wasn't your home. You put everything in the right places and sneak outside.

You walk into the forest, until you reach a deep part. You squeeze through a bush to find a beautiful sanctuary. The dying light of the sun made shadows dance along the silver-gray rocks. The moon rising made the stream that ran through the sanctuary glow silvery blue. A large amount of oaks, birches, and ash trees were surrounding the elegant haven. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

After spending a good 10 minutes relaxing, watching fawns and rabbit kits come in and out with their mothers or parents, and having some peace you had to go. You bid the hideaway goodbye and you walk back to your house and successfully sneak to your room.

You were lying in bed and you eventually fell into a rough sleep.