Delicate

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Toms POV.
I heard there was a Norwegian male moving into the school. I've been to Norway, it's very nice there. I wonder if I can make him my friend. He was supposed to be coming in today, but I'm guessing he's late.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. As if we were programmed to do so, our heads whipped to face him in unison. He attempts to catch his breath. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Asshat." You see, our teachers name was Ashat.
"Don't call me that. Students, we have a new Norwegian student, his name is Tord. Please be nice to him. Tord, tell them a bit about yourself."
"Nah." He spoke, sitting down next to me. Class went as usual, nobody doing actual work except for a few students who actually cared about our grades, including me. Class was over as the bell rang, we all walked out of class. I walked to my locker and opened it, I was about to grab my history book but my locker was slammed shut. Tord. He stares at me and pins me to the locker with his arm pressed up against my neck. I struggled and gasped for air. I realise my legs were free, I tried kicking him in the balls. My legs didn't reach, I was that short. He grabs my hoodie collar and throws me onto the floor, I gasp for air. He kicks me in the gut and walks up, taking the crowd that was surrounding us with him. I cough and regain air in my lungs. Edd, my best and ONLY friend helps me up. "Tom! Are you okay??" Edd asks, his voice full of worry. "Y-yes.." I choked out.
"Good, cmon! Let's go history! I don't think Tord is in that lesson!" Edd exclaimed. I nod, smiling.
"OKAY."
We head off to our lesson, history, and I'm happy that Tord isn't there. The rest of the day went on without seeing Tord. I'm guessing he's my bully. I walk home with Edd, he lives around the block from my house.
"Bye Edd!"
"Bye Tom!" He walks off. I walk inside, gulping. My father was at the door waiting for me, holding 3 empty beer bottles in his hand.
"H-hi dad-d-d...." I mutter.
"Hello.." he throws a bottle at my head, glass shards now in the side of my head. Tears threaten to fall out of my eyes.
"P-please do-on't hurt-t me...."
"Weak." He knees me in the gut.
"Your mother isn't home, you know what that means." No,nonono! He drags me upstairs into his room and ties me to the bed. He undresses me and takes off his belt. He pulls down his pants.
"Please, no- MPH!" I start to scream as he rams into me, tears erupting from my eyes, making the bedsheets soaked. My ass starts to bleed. It hurt... this is not my home, this is my house... somewhere I live, not somewhere I feel welcome. He then unties me and rams his dick into my throat. I scream out in desperation for somebody to help me. But nobody came. He cums into my throat and unties me. I grab my clothes and run into my room. I cry into my pillow.
"Why?! I wish I could do something." I murmur, getting changed. I spot a shiny object on my bedside table, a knife. I must've brought it up here when I was doing woodworking for my art project. I roll up my sleeve, hot tears flowing down my cheeks. A cut for every negative word I've been given today.
"Useless."
"Weak"
"Pathetic"
"Weakling"
"Unworthy"
"Freak"
"Delicate." 6 cuts. 3 on each arm. I then proceed to bandage my arms. I begin to walk downstairs, ignoring my fathers threatening slurs. I make myself food, since my father would probably burn the place down. The fat ass doesn't need food anyways. I eat the pizza and head to bed.
Tords POV
I get home and head to my room, ignoring my parents asking about my first day. I hear screaming from nextdoor, it sounded unusual and unholy. I heard a small voice saying "Please don't hurt me..." I recognise the voice. Tom! Probably being scared half to death by his parents for being so weak. I don't blame his parents, he deserves it. The short, unimportant stupid Tom deserves it. The screaming stops. "Finally, he shut up." I sigh, relieved.
"Tord, darling! Tea is ready!!" I hear my pa shout. I had gay dads, and I was proud to be gay too. Kind of. I was bi, but I was raised to be gay so I told my parents that I was gay, not bisexual. I sit downstairs with my parents and eat.
"Did you hear that screaming, Tord? From nextdoor?" Pau asks me.
"Yes, it was a short boy I met from school, I don't know why he was screaming, though." I spoke.
"What's his name? Is it Tom?" Pat asks, I nod.
"Tord. You realise he has been diagnosed with depression and his father has a criminal record for abusing children, but I don't know why Tom still lives with his father." Pau says. Wait. So that's why- that's why he doesn't do anything when being hurt? Is there something I don't know? Does he cut? Is he suicidal? My mind was racing with thoughts.
"I was mean to him before, mean enough to be considered a bully." I spoke.
"Tord! You shouldn't do that just because he looks vulnerable and delicate.. it's wrong!" Pat yells. I suddenly regret being mean to him.
Timeskip to next day.
It was registration, and I was placed in Toms house, Mercury. Did I mention next to him was the only free space, so I had to sit there? As soon as I sat down, he moves as far away from me as possible. "Hej, Tom." I waved.
"Hi...." he was shaking. He waves back and looks at me, not even smiling. He had bandages around his arms and a bandage running across his head (from when he was hit by the glass bottle). I was concerned about how many injuries he had. "How are you?" I ask.
"I-I'm o-okay, I gues-ss." I could tell he was scared. 'Ha, he's so weak.' A voice that was similar but different to mine spoke from the back of my mind. It wasn't out loud, though. I start to laugh out of the blue.
"HA! Classic stupid Tom!" The teacher was outside the class and I start to hit him. I kick him in the heel, proceeding to punch his right eye. I saw his left eye after I had punched his right, his left eye black even if I didn't hit it. I remember what my pa had told me last night. His dad has a criminal record. I stop punching him. He pulls his hood up and sits there.
Toms POV.
I pulled my hood up and began to cry. Why do I have to live like this?
"You deserve this."
"Pathetic"
"Disrespectful"
"Sex slave."
"Freak."
"Delicate." These words given to me by various people ran in the back of my head. I heard and saw my voices, ana and ash all saying these words. "You're not real, youre not real." I murmur. They whisper the words down my ears. I try blocking my ears but I still hear them. I can't block them out no matter how hard they try. Ana and Ash have physical forms. I call them my demons. But, just when I thought they were gone, they whispered in unison.
"Nobody loves you."

By the way, this is a small note. I have tweaked some personalities to fit my idea of this au. E.g. Tom is now WAY MORE DELICATE then his canon self. Tord is a bit more rude, but also has a bigger caring side to him. Edd is very motherlike and matt is Tords right hand man if you didn't know.