A Little Mistake Was All I Made ♤Completed♤

Chapter 6

Notes: Guys this chapter is actually triggering, please stay safe, i think this is needed in this story, and please feel free to talk to me if you are having problems <3

Nobody's pov

Tom and Tord leaned in, eyes closing,

Then the door opens.  

Matt and Edd walk in, Edd is overcome with rage, Matt is the first to speak. 

"T-Tord!" He was hiding behind an angry Edd.

"Yea Tord, what are you doing here, didn't you die in the crash?" Edd snaked back a bit knowing his words were too harsh, but he still stood his ground. 

"I-I" Tord had no time to speak, on the verge of tears already. Edd interrupted him, not ready to talk to Tord

 "And Tom!" Edd spoke to the frightened man. "Didn't you hate him the most?" 

Tord looked towards Tom and choked on a sob. "T-Tom You hate m-" 

Edd interrupted again. "Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Edd was now crying. "You made me trust you Tord!" Tord started to sob, Tom got close and Tord pushed him away. Running upstairs, he threw himself into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it. Choking on his emotions, not caring who heard at this point. 

Meanwhile Downstairs things were getting worse:

"Edd! Stop, Patryk and Paul brought him here!" Tom was crying. 

"Why Tom you spend a whole seven months crying, drinking and cutting over him! Don't you know what it means bringing him back here?! We had to help you through these times, not him!" Tom closed his eyes(?)tightly still crying immensely  remembering all the times Edd and Matt helped him, with his medication, depression and his..cutting. 

But the drinking was the worst, he would go out for days and some person would come to their door and bring them a passed out Tom. Each time he was sicker than before. 

"I know but..." Edd looked sympathetically at Tom. 

"Me yelling won't help but I want you to tell me, why, you've brought..him.. back into this house." Edd practically spat out the word, his fists clenched. 

"Okay.." Tom wiped his eyes(?) and sat on the couch, Edd and Matt following.  

"It started when Paul and Patryk came to my door.." 

Upstairs Tord choked back a loud sob, and tried to keep it in, he could hear everything Tom and Edd said. 

'Tom hates you,'

'Why did we almost kiss?' 

'he hates you,'

'we had so many fun times..' 

'fake,'

'i hate myself.'

'Tom cut over you,"

'Edd is right.' 

'it would be better if you died,'

'but Paul and Patryk need me right?' 

'nobody needs you Tord' 

'Why doesn't anybody love me?'

Tord smashed his hands to the ground, earning a bruise.  "Fuck!" 

He screamed it over and over. Nobody came up, exactly what Tord wanted.

'Do it Tord'

He opened the cabinet and picked out a clean new razor from his shaving kit. 

In the living room things actually calmed down. 

"I didn't realize...Tord had gotten that bad.." Edd said looking at the floor. " I always thought that if he could betray us, then he wouldn't regret it.." Edd got up and hugged Tom. "I'm sorry for yelling, anyone would when the person he hated most was in his house?" Edd tried to assure himself, Tom giving him a quick glare.  

Matt spoke making them both jump. "Guy you don't think if Tord had a very bad history of hurting himself he'd.." Matt swallowed the lump forming in his throat. 

"SHIT!" Tom jumped up and ran up the hall into their bathroom. 

"Tord!" Tom wiggled the doorknob, it was locked. 

Tord's p.o.v

'across the river' 

'down the stream'

He thought over and over.  Turning the the cold medal in his hands.  

The door was being banged on, making Tord jump. 

Why was he being hesitant? 

'kill yourself now!'

He squeezed his eyes shut and cried trying to do it, he wanted to, so badly it hurt him inside. 

'I didn't hesitate last time!' 

'You love him.'

'He hates you' 

Tord took the metal and quickly pulled it down his wrist, yelling in pain and calling out Tom's name before blacking out.