A Little Mistake Was All I Made ♤Completed♤

Chapter 1

Note: there are references to self-harm also because I wanted this story to be kinda serious for now I couldn't put *Flaaaaaaashhhhhhhhbackkkkkk* And I was very sad, sorry.

.Tord's P.o.v.

I keep remembering that day. Even though it was a year ago. 

 <Flash Back>

Tord had just ruined his friendships. All of them, his robot had exploded, half of his body was immobile and he was slowly bleeding to death. He had no more purpose he lay there actually crying, no, sobbing. He never cry's. 

A  car door takes him out of his daze. he barely moves his neck to see who it is and screeches. 

" shit " 

Paul ran up to him 

" Don't move red leader!"  Paul practically screeches as loud as Tord did. 

Tord scoffs "Don't call me that, leave me he-" He was cut off by Patryk

" We're not doing that Red L-...Tord" he pauses " at least let us bandage you and clean those wounds," He stood waiting for Tord's answer. 

" Sure but leave me here for awhile then you can come get me." 

They cleaned him then bandaged his arm and face. Taking one last look at their broken leader before getting into their car and leaving. 

Tord looked out to his old comrades, it was best if they thought he was dead.  Damn, If anything he wishes he was dead. Laying on the ground slowly he looks into the sky...

<end of flashback>

Tord stops thinking about it, he doesn't want to remember. He doesn't want to wake up screaming tonight like he usually does. He doesn't want to live. 

He slowly gets up walking on his now healing leg. He still limps a bit, a reminder of the past. 

Trying to walk normal speed to the bathroom he flinches at the building pain in his leg trying to push it aside. Paul passes his room and suddenly drops the papers he was holding on the floor. 

"Sir! You shouldn't be walking so quickly!" 

" What have I told you I don't lead this place, I've given control to you and patryk.." He looks down. 

"Yes, i know I just.." 

" Whatever it's fine at least you don't call me the other name.." He Grinds his teeth angry at himself. " I was just going to the bathroom its fine." Paul nods slowly and inches away.

"please.." Paul whispers loud enough for Tord to hear. " We know your not okay..We..Were worried" 

" I'll be fine" Tord lies. Paul walks out looking back at his broken leader, Who hasn't eaten but just two meals in the past four days, and only a bite or two at that. 

Tord walks into the bathroom, stripping slowly and being careful of his arm and leg turns on the shower and gets in. He looks down at all the scars on his arms and the ones on his leg. He knew only too well that some of these scars were new and not from the 'accident'.  He sits down letting himself cry unwillingly thinking about everything he could have done better. Everything he's done wrong. 

'is there really any point of life anymore?'

He stands up earning a painful pop in his leg, but he pushes the pain away and turns off the shower then gets out drying himself, getting on his boxers and red hoodie. Now looking in the foggy mirror and his reflection. He pounds his right hand on the mirror breaking it and hurting his hand. Pieces of glass sticking out of it. Oops, he didn't really care he could actually care less about his hand.  

"Tord! Tord opens this door NOW" it was Patryk banging on the door. 

He uses his left hand to open the door and sticks the other one in his pocket. " The mirror broke I think it.. got warm too fast. Tord looks into Patryks knowing eyes. Tord then finally breaks the silence. 

"I'm going out tonight." Then he walks past Patryk and goes to get jeans on. 

"Tord.." Patryk turns to see Tord struggling with the hard-to-put-on pants. " How about you unbutton that first.." Tord looks down and sighs. He wasn't even thinking. 

" Don't worry Pat. I'm just going out to get some food," He lied. 

And with that, and his pants on, he left.