i now remember how i got here. where my immense pain came from. it started not too long ago.
tom was just an ordinary eyeless boy with powers. just like everyone else except no one else was eyeless. anyhow tom was a great highschool student, on his way to graduation. his perfect grades, perfect family, and amazing friends, it was just like a dream.
that was until he met a certain girl from a different school. that girl had beautiful long black hair, white pale skin, luscious red lips, and amazing baby blue eyes. her only flaws were her opposite colored horns both black and gray. in toms book he felt as if she was the one.
she was pretty, had okay grades not all perfect, rich family, and four of the most heartless friends. as a typical young teenager, tom was obviously shy about asking her out.
she said yes and thats when it began.
she managed to creep herself into his life and take everything he ever cherished. first thing to happen was the money. tom was comfortable enough to share his money with her but she took it all without giving him any back. he had been put into crippling debt which had to force him to work more and focus less on school.
next was his friends.
she convinced them to leave him because he was "abusive" even though it was the other way around. his friends jumped him without even explaining what happened. he managed to survive through his friends beating but that didn't make him any happier.
he didn't know why but he stayed with her. all through the pain of having his friends leave him and his money taken, he still wanted to be a good boyfriend.
she even somehow convinced tom that he should have been trying harder for her. made him think he wasn't enough for her. until one day he came home early from school. not only to see his girlfriend, but to see that his girlfriend slept with his brother.
the only sibling he loved most had threw all their moments away just by taking his girl.
tom went into a fit of rage. his powers all together fumed the house and burnt his girlfriend and brother alive. at least he hoped he did. after that he ran away.
in attempt of suicide he let himself get ran over by a semi in hopes to end his suffering.
yet here i was in a hospital bed waiting for my food to turn up on my lap. from what i was informed the people in charge of the food had powers of teleporting, which meant i didn't have to wait for someone to slowly walk up to me.
the redhead lady i think named havana sat me up on my bed. she left me a mirror in case i got curious of what i looked like after my attempt of suicide. yes i told her what i remembered.
without me noticing a paper bag was on my lap. it looked wrinkled and it had scribbles of a different language on the side. i think its latin.
anyhow i opened the paper bag to see a bowl of mashed potatoes and a wrapped up burger beside it. burger? what kind of hospital gives out burgers? i couldn't turn my head to see if anyone else was in the room.
well because of my injuries. i had a neck brace and my left leg was broken. also of course my broken ribs didn't make it any easier. my arms were fine but my right wrist was fractured.
well thats what i get for being suicidal. i pulled the burger out of the paper bag and unwrapped the greasy tissue holding it.
for a hospital they do make burgers look good. does it taste good though?
i took a quick bite from it and examined it. it was pretty good except i forgot i didn't like tomatoes. everything else was fine except the tomato. don't know why though.
opening the top bun i went to take out the ingredient, when i realized there were two blue and pink pills. a red label on the pink part reading "for sleep"
they had been smooshed into the tomato. now i know why they serve burgers. tricking people into thinking that it's just a normal burger without any drugs.
slowly i pulled the tomato off with the pills and threw it back in the paper bag. soon i continued to eat the burger until there was nothing left.
i glanced back at the mirror left for me on the nightstand. my curiosity got the better of me.
my reflection from the mirror showed that i had scratches all over my face. under my cheekbone, chin, and eyebrow. my right pointed elf ear had been been cut by a smidge which made me look a little cool. despite the black eye on my left and scratches, i seemed fine.
i laughed at myself for seeing that i had a little bit of ketchup smothered on my right cheek.
i put the mirror back in its place and stared across from me. no one was in the bed across from me. thank god i didn't have to awkwardly stare at someone who wanted attention from me.
my eyes closed as i felt my body relax a bit more, everything felt soft around me yet i didn't like how it tried to make me feel safe. something about this place scares me.
"first time here?" a somewhat innocent voice asked. my eyes opened up to see a boy in a light green hospital gown sitting at the end of my bed. he was a brown eyed brunette "i can already tell by the way you're looking at me"
i ignored him and grabbed the bowl of mashed potatoes from the bag. taking off the lid i scooped up some of the potato to be put in my mouth.
gagging i immediately spat it out in the bowl. "yeah everything else is good except for the potatoes.
if you're lucky enough to be liked by a few people you get some tiramisu from the employees" i wiped my mouth throwing the bag and potatoes in the bin next to me.
"what's your name" i tried to ask if it weren't for the rasp in my voice.
he looked surprised. "for a guy that looks so young you have a deep voice" he leaned back a little bit on the handlebar of the bed. "my name is Edward Rodriguez but just call me Edd"
"i'm Thomas Miller but i prefer Tom" i looked down to see his hand fidgeting.
"are you the one who killed your brother?"
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Sharing a Hospital Bed | TomTord
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