Depression

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No ones p.o.v

Nothing

Thats all the norski thought he was. Just... nothing... a waste... Tord was lonely, even if he did have 3... wait no, 2 good freinds. All he ever did was lay on his bed, he would cry and ponder about life. Matt, who was a smol chald, would always worry about his freind. He would knock and knock and knock... He would ask to come in, no answer. Thats all he got. One day... something... happend...

Tords p.o.v

I gripped the blade, thinking about my decision over and over. Thinking about the consequences and possible outcomes.  And then my thoughts turned into a dream. A dream to confess all the bottled feelings I had. About matt... The goofy ginger was tords everything. He loved his smile, his laugh, his beautiful eyes, his rust orange hair, his enlarged chin, his idiotic yet innocent and adorable personality.
E v e r y t h i n g
I cut.
" o-one.. for being s-so stupid "
I cut
" t-t-two for n-not telling him "
I cut, this time slower and deeper, making me wince and tear up.
" t-t-three... for n-not do-doing this s sooner "
I heard a knock on the door which made me jump and slash my arm. I mumbled a smol bit. " tordy! I-i got you something! Pl- please come out!! " I heard the adorable ginger squeak. I quickly rolled down my sleeves, wincing as the fabric rubbed against my arms. I slowly opened the door, seeing the little ( and f u c c i n g t h i c c c c c. -^- ) copper haired boy holding a bouquet of red roses.

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