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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"Red, Please"
Fanfictiontakes place in the future, tomtord with sensitive topics such as gore, abuse and smut my grammar sucks. please enjoy, i write when i can. i would love if you'd leave ideas in the comments. :)
