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Tommy was alone; standing in front of two just-filled graves. Nobody except him, a preist, an aunt, an uncle and two cousins were there. He felt hollow like nothing could fill the void in his heart. He found it hard to believe, that he was just telling his mother and father to have a safe drive just last week. Yet they were both six feet under him, too far away and Tommy wanted to cry. They were so close but they also weren’t. The fact was too hard to grasp, that he’d never eat his mother's cookies again, he wouldn’t see his old house again, he wouldn’t be hugged by his parents again, no more family karaoke drives. Tommy let his head hang low.
When his uncle dragged him away from the grave, Tommy was lost. He didn’t pay attention to who was guiding him away. His body was moving except he wasn’t. His mind was making him and he just let it happen, he let himself into the car and close the door.
The sudden realisation that this would probably be the last drive to his house. Until he was eighteen unless his aunt and uncle wanted to sell it. It was up to the family he had left. Tommy watched the old park pass, the corner shop, that shady ally, the memorial for the fucker who killed his parents and the memorial for his parents. His cousins severely didn’t understand what had happened because they were fighting over what kidz bop song to play. Tommy's uncle shushed them.
The car ride was short, his uncle parked in the driveway and some neighbours were at the front door. “Thomas, I’m so sorry.”Mrs Greene said, holding an apple pie. “Thank you, Mrs Greene. It’s incredibly kind of you.”Tommy smiled weakly. Manners were important. Some more apologies and some more pastries and sweets were handed out. Uncle Mark helped Tommy carry them; they weren’t meant to stay too long. Tommy was just expected to pack most of his life belongings in a couple of hours and whatever he wanted to keep of his parent's stuff. Mrs and Mr Greene insisted on helping him pack and a few other neighbours had insisted on moving his heavy items, such as his desk and bed etc. His Auntie Johanna thanked them and drove his cousins home. She’d be back soon enough.
Tommy packed up his pc carefully. Not wanting to break it of course. His posters were taken down, his clothes were half-packed. His uncle made sure to get rid of some, so they could buy more. A bonding shop moment or some shit.
“Thomas, do you want your computer moved now?”Mark asked, his voice careful as Tommy taped the box up. “Yes, thank you.”Tommy pushed the box away to the best of his ability.
Tommy switched the light on, and his parent's rooms lightening up. The tacky purple sheets, the white walls and the matching furniture were too much. Tommy placed his mother's perfume into a box, his father's cologne, his parent's wedding rings that they had recently polished, some photos, the boxes full of his parent's memories and his childhood stuff. He couldn’t be in there anymore and after he was done he left. His uncle had left, going back to get the car and drop some stuff off.
Using the remaining cutlery his old primary teacher made him food. Insisting in fact. Something easy, it was pasta. Good thing she made food, the rest of the food in the fridge would have to be thrown out. What a waste. “Thank you, Miss Cassie,”Tommy said and ate a bit. “It’s delicious.”It was. Miss Cassie have a sorry smile and went to clean up. Tommy sighed. He had to stomach it except he couldn’t. He wasn’t hungry.
His life sucked.
The drive to his ‘home’ was long. About an hour. Maybe that’s why he never saw his extended family often. He was meant to be unpacked but he was lying on the floor. Mood.
School started up again soon. So so soon. Halloween break was so short. So little time to mourn, move on and live a normal life. At least he has streaming. Streaming will keep him busy. Climbing views by the second and climbing popularity was great; should’ve been. Everyone was so distasteful now that his parents were not there. Getting up, he opened up his pc box. Unboxing the pc, he placed it on his desk and started plugging stuff in.
Soon enough everything was done. Tommy could rest.
At least for now.
His heart ached, the pain hit him and he couldn’t help but cry. He sobbed quietly, his bottom lip quivering. He slapped himself to stop crying. Except he couldn’t stop at all. Crying made him feel worse, a reminder that he was worthless and useless and that he’d never see his parents again. His pain was unbearable. Opening discord on his phone, he places headphones in and called Wilbur.
“Toms, hey!”Wilbur said, his voice calm and soft. Comforting, in fact. “Why are you up so late? It’s one am.” Tommy paused. “Wil,” He choked back a small sob, he shuffled around on the floor and Wilbur sighed. “Tommy, are you…crying?”Wilbur seemed to move around on his end of the call as well. “Shut up, pussio!” Tommy murmured. “Oh, sunshine! Are you okay? Wilbur asked, his voice careful. “Don’t call me that…”Sunshine was the last name Tommy wanted to be called. His mother called him that and the wound was still fresh, being called that would be shaking salt into said wound. “Okay, why’d you call me su- Tommy?”Wilbur corrected himself, Wilbur loved calling Tommy sunshine. “Can you play me a song?” “Of course.”
Tommy wished that conversation was real. He and Wilbur weren’t good friends yet. Acquaintances if you want to call it that.
Tommy moved up to his bed, and let himself snuggle down. Listening to the gentle strums of a guitar. When a stupid Spotify ad blared in his ear.
His life sucked.