Just Jump ➵ TomTord

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Soft hands brushed against my head. I rubbed my eye and looked that the soft hand that had just touched me. It was Edd's hand. I sat up, glancing around. Everything was dark. I took my phone out of my pocket and turned it on.

I turned on the flashlight and shined my phone around, seeing things clearly now. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen, turning on the kitchen lights. I looked at my phone, reading the time.

I sighed and sat on one of the chairs. I dropped my phone onto the counter and looked around, for something interesting to do. My attention caught straight onto the knife I had been cutting myself yesterday.

I rolled up my sleeve and looked at the cut I made with it. It was still healing. I rubbed my fingers against it, making it sting. I stood up and picked up the knife, staring at it for a few minutes before I heard shuffling from the couch.

I turned around, seeing no one get up. I grabbed the knife and pressed it against my skin, thinking about if I should do this or not. I had a sudden thought and dragged the knife away from my hand, bringing it up towards my face.

"What if..." I slowly rested the knife against my neck and tighten my grip. "What if..." I pressed the knife down, cutting me slightly as I heard someone call my name. "Tom...?" They asked. It sounded like they woke up from a nightmare.

I dropped the knife, almost cutting my feet. They walked closer. "Tom, What are you doing?"Edd had asked, also getting up. Edd turned on the lights as Matt was slightly shaking. Edd walked up to Matt and rubbed his back. "You okay?" Matt hugged Edd. "Yeah, just had a scary dream..."

I picked up the knife that had a light dash of blood. I sighed before putting it back. I wanted to just abuse myself terribly, but these two stopped me. Multiple times. Matt and Edd walked up to me. "Tom, what are you doing? It's so early—"

Edd snatched my shoulders and stared at my neck. "Tom, what were you— Did you—" Edd couldn't speak. He was really surprised. Matt noticed the cut on my neck. I pressed my finger on the cut and looked at my finger. Blood. I didn't realize I was bleeding.

"Tom, you promised us you wouldn't—" I cut Matt off. "I didn't! I was just trying to clean it up. Maybe Ringo cut me or something..." I lied, grabbing a napkin and pressing down on my cut. Edd sighed. "Okay, but remember, you promised..." He glared at me, still somewhat worried.

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Edd snatched the pocket knife away from me. "Tom! What in the heck are you—" He noticed the cuts. "Tom, have you been...?" He whispered, grabbing my arm. He looked at my desk, noticing small puddles of blood. "WHY?!" He cried out, tears exploding from his eyes.

"Edd, I'm sorry... I couldn't help it..." I muttered, as his sharp breaths made me even more guilty of my self than I already am. Edd pulled me in for a hug, tears staining the back of my shirt. He continued crying and tightened his grip.

I hugged back, stroking his hair and rubbing his back as he calmed down. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." I whispered and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him in more.

Edd sniffled and pulled away. "You promise not to cut again? Or ever in your life? Because if you do, I'll kill you!" Edd tried sounded serious, but his statement was just too funny, I giggled. "Sure, Edd. I promise." He smiled too. "Pinky?" He asked, pointing his shortest finger at me.

"Pinky promise." We connected our pinkies and laughed.

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I sighed. "Well, I'm breaking it," I muttered, crossing my arms. Edd hugged me, with my arms still crossed. I glanced at Matt and still saw him shaking slightly. I groaned and extended my arms, allowing Matt to hug me. He crept his arms around my body and hugged me tightly.

The room went silent as tears sprang from Matt's eyes. Edd hugged me from behind, kind of hugging Matt in the process. Matt tightened his grip, which I find doubtful.

I pushed Matt and Edd off me. "Okay, enough hugging," I demanded, sliding out of their intense hug. I shuffled back to the couch and sat down. "So, Matt. What was your nightmare about?" Edd asked Matt.

Matt wiped his face. "It was about BROKEN MIRRORS!" Edd groaned. "Of course." Edd walked back to the couch and Matt beside him. He sat down next to me and once again, the room went silent.

"I'm going... back to my place, alright?" I looked over at Edd and Matt before standing up. "Bye, Tim!" Matt waved. "Tom. "I corrected and left the apartment. I unlocked my door and walked inside, falling onto my couch.

I took out my phone and searched for my headphones in my room. I skimmed through songs until I found a Mix. I tapped on it and just rested it on my desk and just laid on my bed. I continued staring at my opened door.

I lifted up my sleeves and stared at my arms. They looked horrible, but it wasn't enough. I grabbed my head in stress and rolled my sleeves back down.

Why can't I just disappear?

Why don't these scars hurt me to the point where I scream in pain?

I took off my headphones at the beginning of a sweet song started playing. I threw them on my desk and turned my head, facing the opposite direction.

I seriously don't want to wake up again...