The One 【Tordtom/Tomtord】

Diamond In The Rough

- with Tord -

'The way things are going isn't very ideal' Tord thinks to himself, still sitting on his chair. He sighs and stands up, deciding he's been in his room long enough, and maybe he can try to fix his relationship with Tom yet again.

He walks downstairs only to find he's home alone, everyone going on with their day without him. 'I do this to myself' he thinks, 'If I want to fix my relationship with Tom, then..' he hums, coming to a dead end.

He looks around, not wanting anything but to stop being so pathetic, it grossed him out, he didn't want to remember that or even talk about it. Maybe that's how all his problems start. He feels like he has to be the tough guy.

He thought of going out for a walk, 'That would be nice', maybe he could run into Tom. 'I doubt he'll want to talk to me though.. what if he's at the bar with someone again?' Tord thinks and clinches his jaw slightly. He'll do anything for that to never happen again. 'Hmm...'

"Anything.." he whispers to himself, a smirk spreading across his face, getting an idea. He goes back up to his room slowly, thinking his plan through, kind of zoning out as he's so attached to it.

He opens the door to his room, doesn't bother closing it as nobody's with him. He opens the top drawer left to his bed, grabbing a sharpened knife. It was already stained with dried blood, but it didn't matter.

"Just in case" he whispers again as he traces the back side of the blade with his index finger as he doesn't want to get cut, eyeing his own movements before putting the knife in his hoodie's pocket.

'A walk does sound nice' he smiles slightly, then goes downstairs and out the front door.

- 1 day time skip - (Warning: slight self harm and gore ahead)

Tord's sitting down at a bench, green and dirty, hard and a bit cold. He's at a park, why? Because it reminds him of all the days he'd skip school and come here instead. Always to avoid and forget.

He'd get in trouble with his parents, who he thought didn't care about him at all. It was never really the case, but after he moved to London it felt different opening up to them.

Tord sighs, closing his eyes and remembering how it all felt. Everything he's been through, and when he finally gets to the moment from just a while ago, he laughs, scratching his now exposed arms. His nails digging into his skin. "Fucking dumbass.." regret filling his chest, accompanied by a feeling so strange and new.

'Maybe I shouldn't have done it..' he thinks, chewing on his tongue until he bleeds. 'It doesn't feel right'

Flashback

Walking around aimlessly got him nowhere, he didn't see Tom.

Tord sighed, thinking of something, not wanting to acknowledge the possibility that it's true. So with hopeful doubt in his mind, he walked to the bar.

Upon walking inside, the smell of alcohol rushed to his senses. He always hated the smell of it, but soon he wouldn't need to anymore, he was going to make Tom stop drinking and he'll never smell it again. He'll forget.

He walked around the bar, looking out for Tom, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then someone caught his eye...

"Yeah, he had no eyes which was kinda freaky, but oh God, was he hot!!" A girl said, fanning herself with her hand and rolling her eyes dramatically, sighing as she looked away from her friends and bit her lip.

Hearing that, Tord clenched his hand to a fist, his nails marking his palms. 'This is the slut I saw.. ugh, she's still alive?' Tord clicked his tongue in annoyance and rolled his eyes.

'Whatever, now I can put use to my knife, just need to follow my plan' he sighed, trying to calm himself down. He walks up to her, 'this better fucking work' he thinks before catching the attention of all four girls.

"Hello, ladies" he smirks, his left hand on the table. "May I buy you all drinks?"

To be continued
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