His Mistake

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I said goodbye to Edd, and walked inside my dorm, closing the door behind me. I let out a long sigh and slumped down onto the floor.

"Hello Thomas.."

I screamed and threw my shoe in the direction the voice came from. I heard him yelp in pain and fall down, seeing an all familiar red hoodie. Oh shit... I ran over, grabbing his arm and yanking him up, staring into those beautiful silver eyes once again.

"What the fuck Tord!!" I yelled. He looked at me with fear in his eyes, I realized that he was actually afraid, and let him go allowing him to stand up and brush off his hoodie.

"Jeez Thomas it's just me, stop thinking I'm a burglar or something" he said with annoyance in his voice.

"Oh yeah I almost forgot" he said while reaching into his bag. He pulled out a long syringe with white liquid slushing in its small container. My mind instantly turned to the worst, and I backed away slowly.

"It's alright Thomas, it's not what you think, just a little something I want to try, hopefully it will help with your little issue..." he said to me with confidence. I thought about it for a minute, maybe it would actually help...I sighed and shook my head in agreement.

"Good" he said while injecting the needle into my arm. It stung, but the pain subsided quickly after a while. For a bit nothing happened, but soon I was engulfed in white smoke, filling my lungs, causing me to pass out..

(Tordle's POV)

I was blinded a puff of white smoke. It spread through the room, and was as think as gas. I coughed my lungs out, trying desperately to find Air, I opened a window and the suffocating smoke was sucked outside, finally clearing the room and allowing me the breathe. I stared at the door where Tom was and looked down to see the biggest mistake of my life.

There on the floor.....

Was a baby Thomas....

His soft brown hair was short and rested on his side. His little black eyes stared into mine, full of confusion and curiosity. The stubble on his chin was gone, and his arms weren't visible amongst the now giant blue hoodie he still wore. He smiled, and babbled in that weird baby language of his. His face shown excitement. He reached his little arms out towards me, gesturing for me to pick him up. I obliged, and reached down gripping his little body and raising him in the air. Once again he babbled, smiling like the adorable child he was. I sighed, and dropped him on the couch. He looked at me with confusion before bursting into tears. I didn't know what to do, I've never taken care of a child before, what does he want?!

Suddenly I saw a little empty bottle on the counter, I quickly grabbed it and grabbed some milk out of the fridge, filling some into the bottle. After sealing it, I went over to the crying Thomas and shoved the bottle into his mouth, he stopped crying and began to suck on it, his face showing contentment. 

I sighed in relief, letting myself fall onto the couch next to him, he stopped drinking for a second, and crawled over to me, looking straight at with his little black eyes. He started to laugh and reached his hands up to touch my hair, pushing it down and playing with it. He looked genuinely mesmerized by my hair, and kept trying to push down my horns.

"Sorry Thomas, but that's not gonna work" I chuckled. He still wouldn't give up, until he was practically jumping onto my head, his weight caused my head to tilt causing him to fly right off, onto the ground.

Oh shit...

He quickly bursts into tears again, rubbing his head and screaming at the top of his lungs. I wanted to bash my head against the wall, but I just picked him up and brought him to the bedroom, placing him on the soft sheets. I decided to lay down, flopping onto the covers. The pillows were so soft and warming, I felt safe. I felt a little arm on my neck, I looked to see Thomas nuzzling into my chest, hugging it tight. He smiled in his sleep, dreaming something happy.

This felt right, every time I was near him, it felt right.....I didn't know why, but I felt so safe with him, he was like....an angel...

Yeah....

A guardian angel....

I closed my eyes, throwing me into darkness, letting sleep overcome.

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