My Best Adventure Was You (TomTord)

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Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter.

Rain poured outside.

Tord was depressed. The world moved a bit slower than usual. Tom hasn't answered his phone, hasn't come to visit. Not even Matt or Edd were answering him either.

He was alone. Alone in this sick, dark world. Tord's pain was worse by the day. More blood was coughed up. It was all a sick game.

Nurse Cheryl walked in with a cheery look upon her features.

"Morning Tord."

Sky boy just shrugged.

"Are you feeling okay today?"

He shook his head.

"Is there anything I can get for you?"

Tord thought for a few moments.

"Ice cream?" he croaked, his voice was scratched and raspy as if he hadn't talked in weeks.

"C'mon," Nurse Cheryl outstretched her hand, Tord grabbed it, being pulled up.

Sky boy's legs were like jello, he hasn't stood in days. Nurse Cheryl held out her arm, letting Tord grip onto it.

"I see you haven't stood up in a while."

He nodded.

Nurse Cheryl held Tord up the whole time they wobbled to the cafeteria. By the time they got there, Tord let out a stressed sigh and collapsed into a chair.

A few minutes later, the nurse came back with two bowls of vanilla ice cream. She set out the food in front of her. She carefully slid a bowl to Tord. He just stared outside the window looking at the tiny droplets of water fall upon the grass below.

"Weird weather, huh? Especially with the sky. Ever since a few years ago, it just randomly changing colors. I think it's just part of everyday life now."

He shrugged.

"You seem depressed, what's wrong?"

Again, he shrugged.

"I noticed you haven't been eating."

Tord nodded.

"Why?"

Nothing.

"It's not healthy, you need to eat if you want to get better."

Sky boy slammed his palms on the table, but to quickly retreat, hugging himself. Drops fell into the bowl in front of him.

"What's the point? I only have 10% anyways," by now tears were spilling as if a dam broke.

Nurse Cheryl stood up, brushing back Tord's blonde locks.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here for you."

Tord fell into her arms, crying his worries away. Although depression still lingered darkly inside of him, he felt loved for that short period of time. Safe.

"Shh, it's okay. Don't cry."

The nurse rubbed small circles on Tord's back, making his shoulders slouch slightly. Tears fell loosley onto the nurse's lap. Vanilla ice cream melted into a mear puddle, liquidy and runny.

"Thank you, for everything," he managed out as a whisper.

"Let us eat our liquid ice cream and mourn no more."

Tord giggled lightly, his tears flying into nothing. He went back to his seat and began to eat the vanilla mush he called 'ice cream soup'.

"Hey, if you don't have to answer but, why doesn't that blue boy visit you anymore?"

Sky boy paused, dropping his spoon with a clatter hitting the brownish table. White droplets of ice cream scattered freely from the spoon.

"He doesn't answer any of my texts. My calls. He's probably ignoring me because I'm such a pain to be around. I'm a burden no one wants in their life. Maybe I should just do everyone a favor and kill my-" Nurse Cheryl's hand was cupped over his lips. The downpour fell harder, making the ground soaked and dank.

"Don't say that. I want you around, okay? If they don't care about you, screw them. They're missing out on a wonderful person."

He stared at her with round, startled eyes. Doe-eyed and scared, his grey eyes twinkling with fear. She retreated her hand with one motion.

"Sorry, if I said anything wrong," she whispered shyly.

"You didn't."

Tord put buried his face in his hands. Voices were ringing through his ears. Each one making him feel suicidal.

"No one wants you here sky freak!" they shouted. "You aren't wanted! Not even Tom, Edd, and Matt want you!"

Sky boy twisted his now pale fingers into his blonde hair, shouting at the voices to stop. Flustard, the nurse pulled Tord's hands away and into her's. She tried to calm him, whispering things to him as she would do to a distressed baby.

"Let's get back to the room. You need some rest."

He nodded, sniffling. His nose was a light tint of red, his cheeks flushed from all the stress building inside of him.

Sooner or later, they made it back to that small, dreaded room. The empty, meaningless room. The one that was blank with no get well cards or balloons decorating it.

Tord fell onto his lifeless white bed, no color expressing his movements. The rain was pouring, screaming as it hit the ground. Sky boy looked almost soulless as he softly stared at the depressing scene outside.

Nurse Cheryl left the room, wanting to give him alone time. Tord curled his fingers around his shirt. Comforting himself. Misty hopped into Tord's lap, purring onto him, making him smile his million dollar smile.

"Hi, Misty," he cooed.

The cat greeted him by mewing softly, white furs sticking to Tord's hoodless sweater. Misty was one of the last things keeping him sane. Just to try again, Tord gripped his phone and opened up his messages.

Tord: Please answer me.

Nothing.

Tord: I'm gonna kill myself.

A buffering dot appeared. A few moments later, it disappeared. Tord waited for around an hour.

Sky boy placed his phone back to the side, now knowing the truth. Tom didn't care about him. He cried. Not even Misty could comfort him this time.

Tord looked terrible, he had dark bags under his eyes, red, puffy eyes, tear trails stained onto his star cheeks, he had faded scars littered on his arms. He was a hot mess.

The world is a messed up place. He didn't belong anywhere other than hell. He was a misfit burden no one wanted. He didn't throw up anymore, he couldn't feel love anymore.

Couldn't even bring himself to eat something healthy. Starving himself.

What was the use? He was going to die in the end, right?

Love was fake. Love was a game to be played until one of the two drives themselves into suicide. What a joke.

Tord couldn't even feel the pain of love anymore, only the pain of depression. Oh how wonderful that felt. Oh how wonderful that death approached quickly. He would soon be relieved. He could soon be happy again.

The pill bottle beside his bed seemed comforting, the one thing that could free him from all the pain welling up inside of him.