Here Lies...

Someone I Loved

Tord

Two days had passed since...well since I basically traumatized Tom. He hasn't talked to me, all he's been doing is avoiding me. I don't blame him though.
I wonder if he went to 'asdf land,' it was my backup plan if things didn't go so well. If I remember correctly, the last time I went there was during a zombie outbreak. I guess it was good enough for me to recommend it to Tom.

...I hope he at least considered  it. I just want him to feel better about all this, he doesn't deserve mental pain right now.

I've noticed after Tom found out, I started receiving memories. Memories of the old times. Imagines of all the playful teasing. Thoughts of the future. Almost everything from my past life.
I say almost, but I'm not even sure there's anything left to remember.
Born and raised into an army, had and stayed with four friends until I left for the army, returned to collect my giant robot, but instead got shot and killed, and that's it.

But....is that really it? My mind tells me, "Yes, that's all there is," when something else tells me, "No, there's far more to the story." 
Lately I haven't been trusting my thoughts or myself. Nothing seems to make sense anymore.

I fiddled with my pencil, sharpening it repeatedly until it was just centimeters taller than my thumb. Tom and I didn't share the same class for third period, he was in the classroom down the hall on the left, science.
I watched the clock tick on the wall as my classmates scribbled away on their math worksheets. The papers sat beside me on my desk, all completed. The break would be in two minutes. Maybe then I can try sorting things out with Tom.

Up until now, I kept my distance around Tom since I figured he needed some space to himself, and I lacked a good amount of courage to speak with him again. But now, I've got to face him. I just...want my friend back.

<{!SNAP!}>
The pencil I was continuously sharpening, had snapped into two pieces from all the pressure I had been putting on it. The sudden crack in the quiet room caught the attention of a few of my other classmates. 

My face started to heat up, as the few awkward stares came my way. Thankfully, it didn't last long. They seemed to lose interest after they had discovered the true source of the sound. 

I quickly cleaned off all the wood shavings, brushing them onto my hand, and getting up from my seat to dispose of them. 
Once I had returned to my seat, I looked back at the old clock. Around one minute left.

I remained seated, waiting. No fiddling with pencils, no triple checking my papers, just waiting patiently for the clock to stop. And for, what seemed like ages, the minute had finally wasted away.

"Okay, you're assignments should be completed by now, so you can just turn them in to me. If they are not completed, keep 'em! Work on them at home since I forgot about homework today. Class dismissed.'' The teacher said to the students exiting the classroom. God, I hated that class, I can't even remember the teacher's name. Hell, the teach sounds like he hated it too.
Dammit Tord, can't you focus on the task at hand for once? 

I quickly rushed in with the crowd, hurrying to Tom's class. Coincidently, we had our break at the same time, god fucking bless. I just hope I get to him in time.

I rushed towards Tom's class, ignoring my locker with the materials I needed for the next period. I made it across the hall in no time, and waited outside the door, trying to spot Tom in the herd. I guess all I have to look for is an eyeless brunette with spikey hair, how hard could it be?
Shit, I definitely jinxed myself. Oh wait, there he is!

I wave my hand in his direction, earning a few odd looks from others, but I hadn't caught Tom's eye. I didn't want to  draw attention to myself by calling his name, so I walked a little behind Tom as I watched the crowd of sweaty teenagers disperse.