Tord Fucking Dies

Chapter 4

I pick up a familiar item the had me in a trance for quite some time. A helmet to be exact, the exact helmet that Tord wore during "The End" as Edd and Matt call it. I clench my fist as I ram my hand into the glass barrier that was protecting the helmet just before.

I pick one of the pieces of glass, sitting with it over my wrist. I with one deep cut, comes another, and another, and another until my whole arm is completely red as Tords hoodie. Tears filled my eyes as I internally yell, shaking my hands and head. I get up and return to the hallway walking to the refrigerator and get a bottle of plain Smirnoff.

I walk over to the couch, cracking open a bottle of Smirnoff and taking a drink, feeling the burning sensation down my throat. I drink about three more bottles before turning on the T.V. and laughing obnoxiously at a episode of Friends. I hear a pair of footsteps coming towards the living room, as I turn off the T.V. and covering myself with a blanket while I pretend to sleep.

Tord comes in front of me cleaning up the bottles, putting them in the trash. He comes over to me and kneels down, gently pulling my wounded arm. I could hear the gasps of disappointment followed by quiet sobbing.

After a while of sobbing, he gets up to get bandages while he gone I sit up waiting for yelling.