"How do we know THIS isn't an act too?!" Phil groaned into the phone and hung up. It had been two days since his friends had found out that Tommy was only pretending to be heartbroken over Rachel. But then Rachel found out as well, and shouted at him until he cried. Tommy felt his heart break even further. His friends weren't even willing to help him with his pain! Well, that's what he thought until Chuckie walked in.
At first he comforted Tommy, sad and a little weary. But after a while, he cracked.
"Look, this is your fault! So don't go crying to us now about how much it hurts! If you didn't fake everything earlier, then NONE of this would have happened!" Exclaimed Chuckie.
Tommy froze. "I just- I can't.." He burst into tears once more. Chuckie shook his head and walked out. Tommy sat on the floor crying for about an hour before he realized just how much it hurt. He stumbled into the bathroom and started sobbing. Dil was home, and he wouldn't want his brother to hear just exactly how devastated he was.
Tommy felt delirious. His needed something to focus on. Something besides Rachel. A razor sitting on the counter. What was he doing? He couldn't do this. But he had to! Because of his friends, because of Rachel.
He cried on the bathroom floor as he whispered her name, called out for his friends, and soon his arms were marked with a physical symbol of his pain.
Every day for a week, Tommy would call his friends. Every day, they would hang up almost immeadiately. Every day, Tommy would cut. It's not like they noticed much at school. Typical breakup behavior, is what they thought. He just seemed sad to them, not ready to talk yet. And of course his sweatshirt hid the cuts. But only because he bottled up most of his emotions for later that night.
It was a Sunday night. Dil needed to get a toothbrush for an odd science project for school. He knocked on the bathroom door, but no one responded. It was locked. Dil sighed and peeked under the crack of the door to see if there were any feet, being the odd person that he was. And there was Tommy, sitting cross legged on the floor. But why? Dil took out another handy invention to look further up into the bathroom. And that's when he screamed.