Deaf ~TinTard~

Chapter 24

{ Timeskip }

I sat on the couch of my apartment, a bottle of Smirnoff in my hand. I was on the verge of passing out, considering the last time I slept was a week ago. I let out a soft sigh, glancing at the same all clock that was hanging on the wall.

12:28 am.

I put the alcoholic drink down, placing it on the small, wooden table set up next to the couch. 'It's your fault he's hurt.' A voice echoed in the back of my mind, echoing throughout my head. I felt tears threaten to fall from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away with my hoodie sleeve, not wanting to cry.

It has been three-hundred seventy-eight days since Tord had slipped into a coma, all because of me. As if I hadn't made him suffer enough. He had been staying in the red army base, safely secured and away from any possible threats. I showed up every few weeks, asking if he's awake and alive. It always goes the same. I'll get a no for awake and yes for alive. I would always feel somewhat releived, but in the end my mind would go back to assuming the worst. Assuming Tord died.

The only noises that were being made in my apartment were the clock ticking, me sniffling from being on the verge of tears and my phone slightly vibrating. Realizing that the vibration meant someone was calling me, my head perked up. I swiftly reached over and grabbed the phone, hoping to hear any news of Tord being awake. Instead, it said that Matt was calling me. I was confused as to why he was calling me at this hour, but I answered anyways.

"Matt? Something wrong?" I questioned, my voice cracking. My phone was pressed up to my ear as I awaited a response. My mind began hoping that Matt was calling me to tell me that Tord was awake, but I got otherwise.

"Hey Tom. Just a quick question. Me and Edd were thinking about going out tomorrow, to get our minds off of everything that happened a year ago. Wanna come with?" Matt asked cheerfully. I assumed he was smiling brightly. I could tell he was at Edd's, since I heard Edd greet me with a quick 'hello', followed by excusing himself to his own bedroom. I let out a heavy sigh.

"I guess it might help. When do we leave?" I huffed, asking the obvious question. I wanted to know if I could possibly get even just an hour of sleep before going out.

"At about noon! We'll see you outside the apartments tomorrow!" Matt exclaimed before hanging up. I set my phone down. Maybe going out would help me? I remembered everything that happened that day.

I felt a huge surge of pain go through my body as my monstrous side took over, making me just an echo in the mind. I watched as they made us storm out of of the room. For some reason, we hadn't fully turned, which confused me. I knew that Edd, Matt and Tord were safe though, since I had seen them run out of the entrance, which for them, was the exit. They attacked a couple soldiers, probably to the point of death.

I knew I was weak, and I couldn't fight this. The only way that this could possibly turn out okay is if someone ends up hurting us enough, which might result in a fatal ending for me. I noticed someone run in and shout at a couple of soldiers, who I just them realized had been planning on shooting me. I finally got a good look at the person's face. Tord.

I screamed, yelling at them to not hurt Tord. It only did the exact opposite, aiming for Tord. I heard was Tord said, and I tried to stop it from attacking Tord. Sadly, it only swung our claw-infested arm at Tord's chest. I was relieved when Tord dodged it.

I was rooting for the person who tried to kill me, but I didn't care. I was only focused on what I was seeing, and what I couldn't do in this situation. They finally got a good hit. I was terrified.

Eventually, Tord started backing us up into a corner, which I was surprisingly relieved was happening. The thing that I least expected, however, was the kiss (I'll admit, I accidentally wrote Kids XD).

I forced myself not to think about everything else. Sighing, I got up and trudged my way over to my room. I instantly plopped onto the bed and closed my eyes, letting myself finally sleep after a long, grief filled week.