Eddsworld oneshots

Depression

If you don't like sensitive topics like depression, self hate, blood/gore. Don't read. This is kind of a vent?? Sorry I've been dead. I took a break from here and forgot my info. But thanks for 8k views! That makes me so freaking happy!!! And on with the story!

Tord sighed as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his hands planted on the sink as he stared at his reflection. "Ugly fucking bastard you are..." he scowled and ran his synthetic hand over his heaving scared cheek. "You deserve this. You deserve all the pain and inner tormoil you have because you hurt your friends! The ones you love!! They shouldn't have let you back and forgiven you! It was better off when you were on the streets." He hissed in pain as his scars opened up at the touch and he quickly pressed a rag onto his face so the blood could clot. Even though secretly he liked the pain.
He dug through the drawers and grabbed his hidden pocket knife that he kept for 'emergencies' as he liked to call it.
Tord positioned the knife on his organic wrist and made three moderately deep gashes, smiling at the pain. 'One for Edd..One for Matt.. and One..One for Tom' he thought, feeling really wack.
Tords vision went in and out of focus before he fell to the floor, unconscious from the blood loss. It was all over his arm and his shirt, soon getting on the floor.
Edd, who was in the living room at the time, jumped up and ran to the bathroom, crying out in shock at what he saw. "Tord?!?" He gasped and shook Tord.
Tom growled and wandered over, his eyes widening at the blood. "Oh my god..."
"Call the paramedics!!!" Edd shouted at Matt, who was already doing that, knowing when to not be stupid.

Sorry for the cliff hanger but this is all I'll be able to get out before I pass out. I'll do a second part whenever. But I'm most likely gonna start a new book too so yay. Goodnight y'all!