"Fuck you" (Tomtord)

Quiet Morning

It was early in the morning when Tom woke up. It was rather quiet, but that was normal. Tom sat up in his old bed, the blanket feel off of him in a soft 'thump' on the floor. He rubbed his eyes then scanned his little room. The walls were a dule gray with posters of popular bands that Tom enjoyed. The floor was a little dirty but it would be easy to clean.

Tom looked to his bed side table. It was about as bad as the floor. With old food wrappings and dirty dishes. Out of instinct, the boy reached out for his beloved flask. He unscrewed the top and went to take a sip to help wake him up but hen he tipped it back, it was empty. his faced dropped into his signature frown.

Tom grumbled to his self. What a way to start the morning he though. He slowly made his way out of his bed even though he was still quite tired. he shuffled his way to one of the walls where a small cat themed calander that Edd had gotten him a few months ago. It was only Wednesday. He picked up the black Sharpe he had placed on a table under the calander and marked an 'X' of the day before.

Tom also realized that in a week, it would be the two year mark sense 'he' left the house. Tom groned at this, walking away not wanting to see it.

He made his way to the door and slowly opened it incase his house mates were still sleeping. The hall was quite and he didn't hear the tv on. Maybe it wound be a good day. Tom smiled to his self and sighed. He wakes down the stairs and went to the kitchen to start breakfast for his self.

When he entered the kitchen, he noticed something on the fridge that wasn't there yesterday. A note. Wrote in green marker. It read:

Dear Tom,

Matt and I want out for a few hours, you're going to be home by yourself. I made bacon and pancakes, they are on the counter. See you when we get home.

Ps. I already fed Ringo

-Edd

Tom looked over to the counter at the large stack of pancakes. At least he didn't need to make breakfast anymore. Before he grabbed his plate, he opened the fridge, pulled out the bottle of Smirnoff in the back, and refilled his flask. Then grabbed the plate and made his way to the living room to watch television.

The male set his plate on the table in front of the couch and then sat down. He swung his feet up and made his self comfortable on the couch. Grabbed the remote and started to channel surf for something good to watch.

He found something that looked at least a little interesting.

As he eat his food a emergency broadcast flashed on the screen. He watched as the announcer spoke:

"Breaking news; Last night the Red Army managed to break into the capital of Norway around 7:00 last night. Officials say that the president of the country was held at gunpoint, the army demanding the country to surrender its control immedia-"

The room filled with a soft 'click' noise as the television. was shut off. Tom could see his signature frown in the reference of the blank screen.

Tom felt his stomach drop at the news but he was also angry at it, pissed. He growled quietly because forcefully putting the remote down on the table.

To the naked eye, it wouldn't make very much sense for Tom to be angry like he was, but in reality, he had every reason to be and he was the only one who knew why.

He looked at his half empty plate but decided that he was no longer hungry right now. He completely lost his appetite, and the food already on his stomach was making him feel sick.

Tom got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen to drop off his plate, not even bothering with cleaning the food off.  He just wanted to go to his room.

The eyeless man stomped up the stairs and down the hall till he reached his room. He pulled open the door and stepped inside before slamming it shut behind him.

He could feel tears pricking at his eyes as he made his way to the side of his bed. He dropped to his knees and reached under his bed pulling out a old looking box.

He opened it revealing it's contents. Inside was a graduation cap for university, Tommie bear, old guitar picks, pictures of him and his friends, and a old looking hoodie.

Tom picked up the hoodie and heald it close to his self as he let out a shakey breath. He felt stupid for acting like this but it's how he felt after the reminder he got.

Tom crawled into the bed still hugging the hoodie tightly to his chest as memories came back to him in waves. He used to be so happy, so happy. They 'he' had to go and ruin it by leaving..

It wasn't fair! Tom though bitterly as he felt tears start to fall

Tom rolled over to face the fall as he held the hoodie.

"I hate you so much,, but why do I miss you?" He mumbled to his self as sobs started to erupt from him.