The Day Tom's World Stopped Spinning

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Ashlie's POV:
In Nick's car, it was bright, even the headlights couldn't be seen. "Nick, where are we going?" I wanted to know how fancy this restaurant was going to be.
Nick looked worried, but I knew he was actually happy. "I thought we'd go to the café. They have great food, and pastries." Nick seemed oddly excited.
"How much longer is it gonna be?" I was too impatient for food. "I'm starving!"
"Me too. It's only about 5 minutes away, so you can plug in your headphones, or something.
"You know I will, Nick, you know I will." I laughed, plugging up my pink earbuds.
"Of course I do." He giggled faintly.
My head thumped against the window and watched the world go by.
Tommy's POV:
My body slumped against the door, hands on the bottom of my knees.
My head, against the door, was paining; it throbbed to the beat of my heart.
"Someone help me." I called for someone, anyone, but my voice was weak now, not meant to be heard. Then, my mind woke up, from it's long-lasting slumber.
You haven't cleaned yourself up, yet. My eyes shifted to my gashes. Blood dripping on my pants, infecting them with redness. I lift myself, slowly, and drag my body to the sink.
Look at you. What have you become? You don't deserve to live. You're worthless. You trash. Clean yourself up. My hand obeys my conscience. The towel, stains with black as it comes closer to me, black inching up my arm. "Everything okay.. for now, Tom, calm yourself." Tears glistened in the light of the window. What have you become?
I watched carefully, trying not the cry and scream, as my eyes filled with black. You're worthless.
I stood in terrified shock as the black poured out my eyes, and down my face. Look at you.
My face covered with black and red.
Soon, everything got blurry, and out of hand. I quickly became blind, my ears became my way to know where I was. Glass crashed, things fell, water filled my boots, the towel had disappeared. 
You don't deserve to live. "Everything..just...STOP!" My voice was annoyed, angry. I just wanted all the noise, everything, to just- stop; and it did...including...me.

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