Tom's P.O.V

"What are you doing here?" I sniffed. I had to be strong. If he wants to pull out the big guns, I can pull out even bigger ones.

"I came to apologize." He said.

"Apologize?! Huh, I don't think you would mean it if you were even truly sorry." I snarled. I pulled my hoodie over my head. Sonja and Tucker were in the kitchen spectating.

"I'm sorry, Tom.. even if you don't believe me.. it's just that I was having a bad day, you know. With my only slime Jerry 2 dying..." he sighed.

"Maybe you could have took the time to know me better." I grumbled.

"I know, and that's why I would like to invite you over to mine tomorrow after the Preist's tasks are over with..." he said matter of factly. "To play video games."

Video games... Should I take the deal?

"You got yourself a deal, but no bull crap mate!" I said. Jordan fist pumped, and that made me grin a little.

"See you then!" He said and walked happily out the door. It felt like all the happiness left the room with him, too.

"Tom, are you ready to take your meds?" Sonja asked.

"I don't want to take any stupid anti-depressants from the town's doctor!" I growled.

"Take. Them. Now." She said angrily and put two of the small blue pills into my palm and a glass of water on the table. I sighed in defeat and took the pills.

Was the pain ever going to go away?