Blinded Love (Syndisparklez)

Tom Syndicate.

**cover photo was drawn and edited my me**

Tom's Point of View:

I have to go to an asylum tomorrow. Wonderful. I was diagnosed with severe depression and bipolar when I was very little. I, of course, didn't know what that meant giving my age was 7. All I remember from that age was I had a really hard time making friends, and I never wanted to go to school, I just wanted to stay in bed and not talk and I just wanted to sleep or do nothing, that ended with big arguments with my mother and I said many hurtful things to her.
Do I regret it?
Not really. I don't care for other people's emotions. I don't care for my own either.

My mum died a three years ago, when I was 16. She was the only person who wanted to try and help me, even when I pushed her away she still tried to take care of me. So now since she's dead I have nobody who even knows I exist.

Yesterday was my last day at school, not that it matters, I would always just sit in the back of the class listening to music and trying to not exist. Sometimes I'd distract myself with drawing in my notebook.
I would draw my teacher dead or I would draw myself dead, or people I hate with blades shoved down their throat. Well, someone stole my notebook and took it to the front office. They knew I had depression and stuff. But once they saw that they said that I have to go to an asylum so students are safe and so I don't hurt myself in anyway.

I live at my pop's house. But he never liked me, he just ignores me and gives me a room to stay. So at one point I'm glad that I can leave this dreaded place, but I'm not happy that I have to go where crazy people go! But I'm not saying I'm not crazy.. I am. Nothing I can do about it.

It's now 22:30 and I'm sitting on my old bed staring at the roof trying to sleep.

At 22:45 I gave up and put in my ear buds and listened to some Falling In Reverse.
After listening to a full album my eyes started to accumulate weight and I finally drifted to sleep.

** Dream **
I woke up in a room of all white. White walls. White floor. White roof. And it was really quite, all I could hear was my breathing and slow heart beat.
There was one thing that wasn't white. It was a black chair in the middle of the room, but there was something in the chair..
Wait no.. There's someone in the chair!!

I couldn't move, I was paralyzed..

All I could do was stare at the dark figure..

"Tomas." It spoke. It spoke?! The figure has a deep voice, and it's kinda low, sounds like a man.. His voice was comforting and terrifying at the same time. How does he know my name?!

The figure got out of the chair and finally turned around to face me.

He has jet black hair and a slim face, but he also had a wicked grin and a blindfold over his eyes. So all I saw was his hair nose and mouth, he was tall and slim, and he wore like a suit jacket all black but it was unbuttoned and he had a normal white shirt on the inside of the jacket.
He also wore black formal pants, and in his hand were some glasses?
It was like sunglasses but they were red.

He stepped forward and placed a hand softly on my cheek.

"Tomas.." He spoke softly and treated me delicately. And yet I can feel all the strength in him, as if he were choking me! Help! I can't breath! My dear dear Thomas. I will see you soon." After that I felt like I was gonna pass out. I can't breath and it hurts. Everything got dark and I felt my body fall to the white floor.

*dream over*

"Tom!" My eyes shot open and I immediately felt air retreat to my lungs once more.
My dad was standing at the foot of my bed with my luggage.
"Get up. Now. " he must be as excited for me to leave as I am.

My head was pounding and I can't stop thinking of that eyeless man..
His words keep playing in my head..

"My Tomas.."

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