After the End

Aftermath

3rd person POV:

Tord had been home. He had lied. Now it seems that he had... Died.

But did he, really? This was a frequent reoccurring thought that Tom had since the...incident. It was really one of the only thoughts that got him out of bed some days. Other days? He didn't. Matt and Edd had also been distant from not only him but each other. The entire situation was a fucked mess. But, even if he blamed Tord for everything, he couldnt help but wonder. Was he okay?
Sometimes Tom would look a certain way and see him in the corner of his mind. Sometimes he would have dreams about him...nightmares, too. Maybe it was his alcoholic mind playing tricks on him, or maybe it was something else. He doesn't know. But he does know one thing, he isn't allowed to let Edd and Matt know he feels this way.

Matt didn't. He didn't get out of bed, ever. He stayed shut in his apartment for days on end, until he had to get food. He cracked all of his mirrors, threw away most of them. He almost never took off his hoodie and if he did he was wearing one of Tord's. It was... Odd. But it did make sense. Tord was his closest friend out of all three of them.
But on occasions, you could here quiet or...not so quiet moans, bangs, and squeaks through the door. Or you could notice a hair that wasn't his if he let you in. Female and male underwear so obviously not his. Matt had become a sex addict and it was noticed. But no one confronted him.

Who noticed the signs first? Edd of course. He was the one who usually cared enough, even if only a little more than Tom, to check up on the ginger. At first he saw small things but after that he pieced it together. But Edd has been having his own struggles, so it proved okay to him not to confront Matt about it.
Edd dived face first back into the deepest parts of his addiction. It didn't matter how much food was in the kitchen, it was always supplied with cola. It's not so much as he drank WAY too much. It's that he always had to have it on him. He HAD to be able to get one when he... needed it.

Tom's POV:

'Argh fuck... What the hell is that?' I flutter my eyes open and realise I forgot to close my blinds last night. It was the fuckin' sun. I groan and slide up into a sitting position. "Stupid alchohol, stupid people, stupid sun," I slur and rub my eyes. Looking at the clock I scowl. The digital clock on my bedside reads '3:48'. I just woke up and I'm already almost late for my job interview.
I had made it... sorta. I rushed out the door but still ended up being about 10 minutes late, so I had to wait 30 more minutes for a spot to open again. When I finally got in there, they asked me the stupidest questions fucking possible. But hey, they said I have a pretty good chance at getting the job. So I didn't fuck it up too much.

AN: Hey, if your reading this, yo. This is the pilot chapter so I hope you stay around. The point of this book is to show real emotional struggle within the boys lives to show a sertain type of realism I don't see much in Eddsworld fanfics. If you even see something wrong, don't hesitate to PM me or comment on the story. Thanks!