EDDSWORLD SMUT, FLUFF, AND SWEET STUFF

TomxTord

¤Warning: Depressional Triggers,
Attempted Suicide and
Cussing¤

I just want it to end. I want my stupid, pointless life, to end. "Everyone loves you, Tom!" Edd and Matt would say. Lies. The one person I love, hates me more than anything. I love Tord Larrsin, (notice, I am not using the actuall names. Respect the creators.) more than anything. Sometimes, I wish there was a reset button. Go back to our childhood, mend what was broken. But it's not possible. Here I am though. Going for the reset. Well, as much of a reset as possible. In my arm, I carve the word reset deep. In the other, I carve his name. I watch the blood, drip like water, into the tub. 'It's over.' I set he glass down, and lay my head back. No going back. I couldn't, move. Breathe. Stay awake...

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"Tom! You're taking forever!" I pounded on the bathroom door. Fifteen minutes! He's been in tbe bathroom for fifteen flippen minutes! God, if it weren't for the fact I was running an army, I'd have been in his pants years ago. But that would make him a target. I have to hate him, because I love him. "I swear, Tom! I don't care if your naked! I'll bust down this door if I have to!" No response. I pulled out a bobbypin, and went to work. These locks are easy to pick. Just twist, and... click! I opened the door. Tom wasn't- Oh god. No. He was laying in the bathtub... "T-Tom?" I managed to choke out. His head turned the slightest bit. I looked at him. Blood. Everywhere. I pulled out my phone. "911, what's your emergency?" I looked at his wrists. Reset... Tord... This was my fault. "A man just tried to commit suicide. Major blood loss. I need an ambulance." The operator asked address, who, when. I answered everything...

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Tord was sitting by me, talking, crying. I couldn't understand it. One part I heard. "Don't leave me." People came in, in white. They picked me up, and took me, somewhere. I'm not sure. Probably the hospital or shit. Why couldn't they just leave me in peace? I just want to die. To leave. Somebody stuck a needle in my arm. My vision started blurring... Goodbye, finally...

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I sat in the hospital, waiting, for word, picture, paper. Anything telling me he'd be alright... I held my head in my hands. This is my fucking fault. Maybe he wouldn't have done this... If I had told him. I saw doctors talking, people filtering in and out. I saw patients leaving, entering. I heard sirens from the ambulances... But nothing, nothing on Tom... "Sir?" I looked up, hopefully. "Yes?" The doctor stood in front of me, with a nurse. Both held clipboards. "Tom will be fine. He did lose a lot of blood, and he'll scar, but we suggest therapy for the aftermath." I nodded. "Can I see him?" The nurse nodded, leading me into a room. There he was, arms wrapped in gauze, where the words had bled through. I stood next to the bed, and stroked his hair. "God Tom..." He stirred slightly.

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I opened my eyes slowly, squinting at the bright light. Was I dead? No. I wouldn't go to heaven. "Tom?" Oh god no... Not him... I opened my eyes completely, seeing the commie himself. "Tom, I'm so sorry... I should have told you... Should have told you I loved you..." He had my hand in his, holding it to his chest. H-He loved me? "T-Tord..." He smiled. Not smirked, but smiled. Maybe death wasn't the answer...