A not so great future (discontinued)

Chapter 2: What are you?

(I'm sorry for the short chapter last time. I don't really have an excuse and, uh, that's some of my art up there-)
Tord's POV

Blood. There's so much blood. Who's blood is this?? Where am I!?

I looked all around. Everything was white, except for the crimson liquid spewed amongst invisible looking walls and objects. All the white blended making it impossible to tell what was where.

I slowly scooted my feet across the ground, and stretched my arms in front of me to prevent from walking into anything. I found and wall and followed it. I was honestly terrified. What was this, and why was I here??

I heard a cry of pain somewhere and ran towards it. I ended tripping over stairs which I crawled up. I leaned and followed the wall once more and found a knob.

"A door..?"

I twisted the knob and pulled. The door opened and I found myself in Tom's old room. I looked around. No one was here, but there was blood in a trail leading to the closet.

I took a deep breath and slowly made my way to the closet. As soon as I got near it, a harpoon shot through the door and barely missed me. It grazed my hoodie, ripping the fabric and leaving a hole in the side of it.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. It was just like back then. I felt my heart beating frantically. Tom stepped out of the closet, glaring at me with those deep, black, sockets the held no eyes.

"Get out!"

"Bu-but- T-tom- I-"

"LEAVE!"

"Tom-"

"I SAID GET OUT! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE! NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT OF MY THOUGHTS! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!"

Tom shoved me. He shoved me hard. Then, suddenly, I was falling from a cliff. And Tom was there.

He was watching me fall.

I tried to call out to him, but to no avail. He didn't move. He didn't respond. He just watched me hit the ground, tears in his sockets.

I woke up crying quietly in my partners arms. I hadn't awoken him. Thank the Lord, I thought to myself.

I slowly untangled myself from his sleeping figure and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to find what I always did.

Those ugly scars that I deserved.

You fucking fool. You damn idiot. This is what for being a cocky bastard. You should have died!

I punched the mirror with my robotic appendage, not thinking much about anything anymore. I breathed heavily feeling my head pound with a fresh head ache. The salty tears burning my eyes, I squeezed them shut and wiped my face.

"I'm sorry, Thomas" I mumbled to myself. I knew I would never be sorry enough. I won't ever be able to complete right my wrong... or would I?