Tom got up. He couldn't breath, and he couldnt see.
He couldnt move either.

He then heard that familiar voice. The one with a norwegian accent.
"Thomas, Stop squirming."  He ordered.

Tom whined, as Tord started to chat with a few other men. 

The bad part was, they were speaking in Norwegian, a common language spoken in Norway.

He couldn't understand any of what they were saying. Then it was silent.

He began to cry, cry black liquid; Tom never cried normal tears. Just black goo. He got bullied back then for his eyes, spiky hair, and then the way he cried.

Tom heard footsteps, then a gentle whisper.

"Shhh.. Jeg nei hater deg. Jeg elsker deg, Tommy.."

He passed out, yet again.

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