Tom sat in his parents living room.

His parents had just called a family meeting, it was apperently urgent.

Tom fiddled with his thumbs and looked around, he was very awkward in situations like these, where you don't know what was going to happen, he liked knowing beforehand, so he didn't have to worry. He checked the clock.

3:15 pm

He waited for his parents, hoping that it was just a scolding for not doing his share of laundry again, oh how he wished it was that instead of what was really about to happen,

His parents both sat on the couch now, staring at him nervously,

Clock 3:30

'Ive been here for 15 minutes already?'

He sat, fiddling with the end of his blue hoodie, a pass-down from his uncle, somebody close to him.

He never took it off, mostly because his uncle was the only family member that liked him, and partly because his uncle had died a year ago. Tom looked at the hoodie, making sure not to tug at any loose strings.

Then, His parents decided to speak, awakening him from his thoughts,

"Tom..Me and your father think it's time, for you to go. We love you.. Don't get us wrong, but you're twenty-three!" His mother looked at him, pity in her green eyes. His father proudly sticking his head up.

Tom knew his father was ready to rid Tom from his life, but his mum? That was a surprise.

But Tom got the message, he was unwanted, it was okay, it happened at school and at most jobs he applied for. It was a norm for him. His black voids, he had for 'eyes' were a main reason.

His real mother was, well different, and he had to be passed to some 'parents who could actually take care of a child'

Resulting in being adopted and unloved by everybody,

And in that moment he thought of his uncle. He smiled and got up. He gave a small nod to his 'parents'

"I'll go get my things"

Tommie bear, an essential for Tom,

His guitar, Susan, another essential,

A few pairs of clothing, and toiletry items, soap, shampoo, Ect,

And a picture of his uncle.

He took his small suitcase of things and took it downstairs, sneeking into the kitchen he decided on another essential,

His fathers last bottle of Smirnoff, he'd never had it before but, by god he was going to need it tonight.

So his stuffed it into his suitcase and went into the living room, carrying his guitar case, and a suitcase. They just gave him a nod and with that he left.