Edd, what's wrong?

Part 1

The door carefully creaked open, revealing a tall ginger in a beige jacket. And white shirt.

It wasn't his usual clothing,  but it was what he wore now,  in order to look more fashionable.

His jacket hung heavily over his shoulders and coated his weary arms and back with it's single color.

The ginger let out a soft sigh as he stepped inside the house;  his house.

It was a beautiful house,  which was mostly empty now. Tom wasn't there,  and neither was Edd as far as he knew.

If he was,  he was probably in his usual spot;  the bed.

It's been hard the past days.

Something had gotten into Edd.

He was acting strange; stranger than usual.

The ginger sighed at the thought,  looking around at his many mirrors and pictures hanging on the wall.

They were quite beautiful,  he had to admit that.

Tom was there,  looking grumpy as ever.

He was there, as he watched himself smiling wide to his little world.

And.. Edd was there.. Smiling..

"I'm home!" he yelled softly,  in case there was someone there.

His eyes looked around,  watching the doors and hoping atleast one of them would open.

He got no response,  at all.

His soft smile dropped almost instantly.

The ginger sighed as he stopped looking,  keeping his eyes at the ground. His eyes were softly closing as a light whimper escaped his features.

The ginger wasn't ok,  but when was he ever?

He always tried so hard, but this was way beyond his reach,  and he knew that.

He knew that.

He knew that far too well.

As he stepped in the door and closed it carefully,  he placed himself onto the couch.

It's soft and silky texture brushed against his clothing,  so he didn't feel much of it.

At last,  the house was quiet once again.

There was not a single sound present,  but the house smelled strange.

It was almost the smell of old bacon,  but he knew it wasn't.

He calmly laid down,  looking at the entrance once more.

He just hoped everything would go back to normal soon..

As Tom came back from wherever he'd been,  he had walked straight to his room.

There had been no 'hello', no 'how are you?' And no explanation.

There had been nothing at all,  and for a guy that was already worried,  this worried him even more.

Why was everyone acting so strange?

Was it the weather?

Was Tom constantly drunk?

Was it something that had happened?

...Was it because of Edd..?

He sat up.

His head felt heavy,  and his eyes could easily slip shut,  but he didn't bother.

He didn't want to lie down anymore.

It just made him think about it.

About what had happened.

"Tom,  have you seen Edd?" The ginger asked as soon as the spiky-haired male stepped into the livingroom.

The ginger's face was coated with worry,  as his eyes were small and looked as if they'd just seen the death of his own parents.

Tom sighed,  putting a hand into his hoodie-pocket,  while in the other,  he held a hipflask.

The hipflask was rather big,  probably having enough space for atleast 1 ½ dl.

It shone softly in the mild light,  but even though it looked nice on the outside,  this hipflask contained a dark, burning secret.

"No? Why?" The blackeyed male said,  taking a greedy sip from his hipflask.

As he was done,  he looked at the ginger,  still not aware of his change of clothing.

"Umm.. well...  He's been acting rather.. Strange lately." the ginger said,  looking directly at the smaller male.

The other male raised a brow at him,  but soon did what looked like an attempt to roll his eyes.

The ginger sighed,  his breath sounding of soft anger and annoyance.

His eyes were getting cloudy,  and he struggled to see properly as his eyes sparkled softly in the lighting.

"He doesn't eat. He hasn't been at the couch,  or had a single cola since... "

A soft whimper escaped his features as he quickly covered his mouth in order to mute the crying.

He was shaking;  shaking with the guilt and the sadness he was feeling. It dug through him like a spear,  striking his chest over,  and over,  and over.

"We need to talk to him"