"I Said I Was Sorry...." (Its Tomtord, Fite Me)

~Chapter 6: What will they think....?~

[A/N] OK I is actually continuing this book. I was thinking to maybe discontinue this, but I changed my mind because that wouldn't be very nice of me now would it? Anyways, let's get this started! XD
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~Tord's POV~

Black. That was all I saw for a few seconds, then stars. Bright, vibrant, shinning stars. Some were Blue, others were red, seemed kinda strange how they were mine and Tom's favorite...wait...I then remember what happened earlier. I immediately felt hot in the face as I looked around. I seemed to be standing on nothing. The first thing besides the stars was a familiar blue Brit with black, beautiful, void eyes.

I smiled and shouted. "Tom!" He looked at me blankly and somewhat irritated. "Tom?" I ask as I approach and smile slightly. "Commie..." He said with a glare, I was utterly confused. "W-what...?" I was shocked, he hadn't called me that...in..at least a few days.... "Stupid, Idiotic, Commie! I don't know why I bothered with trusting you! You've backstabbed us more times than I can count!" I could now see two figures behind him. One was the taller ginger, on my right. On the left stood the Brunette bearing a Green hoodie.

I couldn't speak...couldn't react... I could barely even breathe. The next thing I see is Tom taking a harpoon from behind him and shouting "I WAS NEVER YOUR FRIEND!" Before lunging it at me, striking me in the direct middle of my torso. "T-Tom....? Guys...?" I started coughing up blood as they glared with a vengeful smirk. "I told you...we aren't friends...and never will be..."

That was the last thing I heard before I awoke, shivering and sweating a bit. My breathing was shakey and shallow as I looked up. Realizing I was laying On Tom's chest gently, I felt relieved...there was a form of a nightmare in my mind still, though. 'Oh, he awakes. You really had a much more realistic situation going on in that wonderful dream of yours.' The voice in the back of my head said, their sound as sly and venomous as ever.

"Shut up..." Tord mumbled as he slid off of Tom and sat near him on the couch. Tom was peacefully asleep, making Tord grin slightly. 'Stop it, Commie, I told you. He will freak when he sees you, only a matter of time before he hates you again.' The voice got a bit louder then. "I said shut up...!" I was a bit louder over the voice. 'Awe, scared? I'm right, aren't I? He HATES you Tord.' "Shut. Up!" The voice had drowned out all sound except for me and them at that point. 'Oh, you are scared!' "I AM NOT!" I basically shouted.

~Tom's POV~

I soon began waking up from a not so lovely dream. The first thing I heard after I awoke was Tord scream something. He was gripping his hair tightly when I glanced over. "HE DOESN'T HATE ME! HE DOESN'T!" He shouted on as I spoke. "Tord..? Are you alright...?" He didn't hear me as he continued, beginning to cry. "He wouldn't have let me stay here if he did...! It wasn't just pity..! It was..." His voice trailed off as he cried softly. He then went pale and his breathing went shallow.