Solar Eclipse [A TomTord Story]

Ch 2- Wait a minute... no, wait ten minutes.

<[Currently editing this chapter]>

Real quick before ya'll start, I need to put out a warning that the first part of this chapter contains suicidal thoughts and actions that may trigger some people or it may be found disturbing. Anyways, hope you all enjoy!

<[Tom's P.O.V.]>

<~A few hours prior~>

I wake up in my bed, my sheets are halfway off my body and the rest dangling off the bed.

Uggh, what happened? Did I get drunk again and pass out? Yyyyup... I feel the hangover. Dammit...

I groan, looking off to my right at the digital alarm clock on my nightstand. In a neon blue light, it read 2:03 pm.

Why hasn't Edd woken me up yet?

A few bottles of Smirnoff are scattered across the floor, some of them are empty and some still have a few sips left in them. Some are from last night, the others from a few days ago. One of the empty ones still hung loosely in my hand. I sat it down on the nightstand next to a small pocket knife, I notice it has a bit of dried blood on it. I look down upon my arms, and sure enough there's rows upon rows of deep and shallow cuts. There's more dried blood lining my arms and in splotches on my bed sheets.

I need to hide this. If any of them find out about this I will never hear the end of it.

I stand up, my legs feel weak like jello. I grab the knife and shove it in my dresser underneath a couple T-shirts. I wander back to the bed and rip the sheets off the bed, crumpling them into a ball, the sides covered in blood facing the inside. Throwing the heap into the corner of my room I sit back down and started rubbing my temples. A headache was sneaking up on me much faster than I was comfortable with.

Groaning in frustration, I snatch my blue hoodie and a random pair of ripped jeans off the floor and pull them on. Looking somewhat presentable, I walk into the bathroom and grab some aspirin out of the medicine cabinet, popping them in my mouth and turning on the sink. I cup my hands together in a bowl-shape and let the water pool into them. I swallow the pills and turn off the sink. My sockets' gaze drift up to the mirrior.

I look like I got hit by a bus and shoved into a literal bag of cow shit. Okay, that might be a bit overdramatic, but in all reality I look horrible and I feel just as bad if not worse.

Bags under my sockets, hair sticking up in a few too many directions, greasy as hell, and pale as a ghost. "You've really let yourself down these past couple of months, haven't you?" I mumbled to myself.

"What a disgrace." My inner demon commented. Oh shut the fuck up Lade.

Something needs to be done whether I like it or not. I drag my feet over to the shower and turn the water on. As I strip my clothes off once again, Lade decides to laugh and mock me some more. I just ignore them and continue to use the shower as if it's drenching my worries and stressors away. God I wish it could actually do that, but alas that's not how the world works, is it?

The warm water felt nice and refreshing against my body. I don't want to leave the confines of the sauna, but I can't stay in here forever. I quickly clean my body and turn off the water, ringing out my hair and wrapping myself up in a towel.

I looked back over to the mirror once more. Still looked like shit.

Your still ugly!

How could anybody like you?