Cold Blood (Tomtord)

Chapter 11

(A/N: Anything else that is bold, is a dream/during sleep)
Tord's P.O.V
I trudged home, not wanting to return to the cold, empty house. Of course I'd had time to get used to Tom not being around, but still. It hurt to come home and not see it clean, or to be asked if I wanted to go get food.
I threw off my shirt onto the floor of the living room. Walking into the bathroom, I yanked the hot water on and got undressed as it warmed up. I carefully took of the necklace, and jumped into the shower. I stood there, feeling the hot water. And then a memory popped into my head, but it was like I was living it.
We jumped into the water, and I watched as the water droplets roll down his body. I studied them intently, watching them return to the water. But whenever I blinked, the water was replaced with blood. And we were no longer in the water, but a damp building. There in front of me he stood, crimson drops rolling down from his body and head. I covered my mouth as I felt nauseous. I reached out to him as he gave me a smile, and then disappeared.
My eyes snapped open, and I was breathing heavily. I grabbed a shampoo at random, and poured it out. Oh, it's Tom's. I lathered my hair up and washed the rest of my body off, rinsing my hair out as well. I grabbed my towel, and stuffed my face into it. I quickly changed, using one of Tom's shirts as a pajama shirt. I slipped the ring necklace over my head, and headed over to Tom's room. I hesitantly opened the door. I've never done this, but I needed some sort of comfort, even if this was all I could get. The room still smelled like alcohol and strawberries. I ran over to his bed and jumped in, wrapping myself up in his covers. They hadn't been washed since his death, so they smelled a bit old from not being used. I quickly drifted off to sleep, feeling safe.
I woke up in a room, it was like Tom's, but not. The walls were blue with checkered stripes. Pictures were everywhere, of Tom, and the two other boys. I stepped out of the room, entering a hall with multiple doors, nothing like our apartment. I heard voices down stairs, but I heard one in particular. Tom's. I ran down the stairs, tripping on the last few. All three men turned around, looking confused. Tom's eyes widened when he saw me, and the two others looked away. He ran up to me, grabbing my face in his hands.
"Tord?! How'd you get here? Why are you here? What happened?"
I looked at him confused, "Isn't this a dream? I went to sleep, I know that much."
His shoulders seemed to relax, and he pulled me up onto my feet. I hugged him, because anytime I saw him in a dream he was dying, not laughing with others. I decided to talk to dream Tom, because just saying these things made everything feel alright.
"Tom, I've missed you so much. Nothing is okay, and your tombstone feels nothing like you! You're warm and soft, and it's cold and hard. And every time I sleep, all I see is you dying! It's so hard to see these things, I'm even seeing them when I least expect it. I saw you dying when I was in the shower, and it scared me. I'm just so...lost without you. I'm nothing without you." Tears were pouring out of my eyes.
He sighed. "Oh, Tord. I'm sorry I can't be there to comfort you, but I'm always next to you. And I love you, I'm happier now. And when you join me, I'll be complete." He looked down at his shoes, then back up to my face. His skin was shiny from where tears had been. He gave me a smile, and said, "Look inside of Susan."
I jolted up, feeling tears streaming down my face. I quickly wrote down what happened in my dream, but left a little confused. 'Look inside of Susan' What the hell is Susan? The guitar? I climbed out of his bed and went over to the guitar and looked at it. I'm guessing he was talking about the small hole cut out underneath the strings. I reached into it, and pulled out a piece of paper. A note. It read:
If you're reading this, I'm dead. My death was probably by a mafia, but I'm taking a guess. Considering my job, it was most likely a death by the mafia. It was my promise to kill the Red Mafia, and I hope I at least fulfilled my promise. I hated the Red Mafia, but fell in love with their leader. Very cliche but, I couldn't help it. He was cold, but caring. He showed it in the weirdest ways, but it's the thought that counts. Now that I'm dead, I hope the world's become a better place, because I never want anyone to go through what I had to. I guess this is goodbye.
A promise, huh? I slipped on a leather jacket and headed out to the worst part of town. Criminal activity doesn't sleep at 3AM and I needed practice for when I take down Pat and Pau. I grabbed a knife, because the feeling of cutting flesh felt better than a gun's recoil. They will end up dead. And with that, I headed out.