Unforsaken// A TomTord fan fiction (( paused ))

Chapter 16

Heads up homies , it's a week later 'aight? Also I ...  might trigger you with um, song/lyric writing..
Don't hate me
;-; you'll get the song right off the bat. I know it. Also they will not be in order.

Third person/ Tom

That one will die before he gets there.
Tom woke up in his room. It was still night.. or it just was from his dark blue silk curtains blocking out the light.
He rubbed his 'eyes' sleepily. Glancing around his room , it seemed the same.
Everything his style , checkered and dark blue. Letting out a sigh he closed his eyes. But a aura of someone near him caught his attention.
A long shadow of a devil haired man and his silhouette from the doorway.
A lifeless face that you will soon forget.
Tords expression was blurred out by a shadow across his eyes and the left half of his face.
A light frown played on his lips.
Tom stared at him in confusion. A light spark of concern ,  Tord seemed to want to say something.
If your still breathing your the lucky ones.
Toms lifeless voids widened in shock , as Tords body winced slightly.
The red themed male took a step forward to keep his valence.
His hands grasped at his impaled chest.

Most of our feelings , they are dead and they are gone.
His face moved into the light to show... black eyes , similar to toms . His face was covered in a red substance. Blood. His red hoodie had darker shades of red of where the blood splattered onto.

You caused it.
Tord hadn't bothered to take out the dark grey steel harpoon in his chest. His expression was grim and in raged.
Toms vision began to blur as Tord began to run towards him. Almost as he closed his eyes again Tord seemed to morph quickly into a large dark red  demon. Like the ones they saw in hell. 

Chasing visions of our futures.

As Tom closed his eyes they whipped open again. He sat up gasping for air and hope.
Quickly looking towards the door.
It was closed , and it was bright .. his curtains let in the suns bright rays.
Tom ran his fingers through his hair . Holding his breath.
Closing his eyes he let out a sigh.
Flopping down on his bed he stared at the ceiling.
Letting thought and questioning knit worry around his mind.

Ringing in my head.

Whooooo .. heh .. heh ... sorry this is such chicken shit.