Love to Hate you

Part 2

Tom shakes his head, moving to sit on the couch. Slumping down in the cushions as he just stares blankly at the tv. His reflection barely evident but blurry in the picture-less black screen of the Tv making him wince a little. His black eyes just stare back at him, the terrifying emptiness of them stares back into his own soul. The all too familiar feeling of his eyes branding the awful image into his brain with the rest. His eyes were a burden to himself. Others question why his eyes were the way they were. But he didn't know how to answer really. Because he didn't know if they were eyes or holes where his eyes were meant to be.
He shakes the thoughts off, no longer wanting to think about it. He locates the remote, turning the Tv on so he didn't have to stare at his reflection any longer than he wants to. Not caring what he watches.
He takes another sip from the bottle then lowers it, placing it on the coffee table before him before laying on the couch and burying his hands in the warm pockets of his blue hoodie that he always loves wearing because it was comfortable... Well that and the pocket usually held an alcohol flask that he always carries around apart from today when he decided just to drink from the bottle and go no where.

---The next morning---
"Tom, you're being ridiculous!" Edd says as he pushes a drunk Tom towards the bedroom. Tom just giggling with hiccups.

"N- *hic* No, you're being ri- *hic* -diculous" Tom slurs back. Edd rolls his eyes, this being an all too common occurrence with Tom.

"Matt could you stop looking at yourself for a minute and help?" Edd narrows his eyes at Matt admiring himself in his purple hand-held mirror.

"W- *hic* Why do you care? *hic* No one loves me *hic* I hate me, *hic* Everyone hates me!" Tom screams drunkly, throwing his arms trying to get Edd off of him. Managing to do so.

"Because we're your friends Tom, why do you do this to yourself?" Edd says in a calm, depressed tone. Rubbing his temples. Tom glares at his reflection in the mirror.

"What the f*** are you looking at?!" Tom yells and sends a punch into his mirror. Shattering it with mighty cracks around his fist, the shards cutting rather deeply into his hand making him hiss and yell, watching as blood instantly rises in the wounds and bleeds down his arm in slow drips.

"Tom! Stop it!" Edd protests as Tom sends another punch into the mirror. Earning more deep cuts and wounds. But he doesn't remove his hands, he doesn't stop. Instead he glares at the ground beneath him with angry, heavy breathing. Squeezing his eyes tight enough for his welling tears to form and fall to the ground. Edd and Matt rushing forward while Tom had stopped to grab Toms arms to stop him punching the mirror any more.

"Why do I try Edd?! Why do I go through living anymore?!" Tom screams through tears as he glares at his reflection in the remains of his shattered mirror. The awful Black abises that he called his eyes reflecting back at him with traces of sparkling tears is the minimal amount of lighting in the room. Dark circles beneath his 'so-called' eyes from being sleepless. His usually spiked hair now messily flops on his head in a massive rat-nest of his hair.

"Tom, you're drunk, you're being stupid" Edd groans. Taking him to sit on the bed. Tom mumbles more drunken gibberish as he glares at the half empty bottle, then back at Edd. Drinking was the only way he knew how to deal with his problems. He never knew any other way, but he learnt to love and enjoy drinking to drown his emotions. Tom lifts the bottle up to his eyes, hiccuping then swirling the remaining contents in the bottle to create a vortex before lifting it to his lips, "Tom you've had enough to drink!" Edd growls, moving from holding Toms arm to trying to remove the bottle from Toms hand and lips.
Without a moments hesitation, Tom begins chugging the rest down without a breath. Shakily lowering the bottle in his hand from his lips, licking the residue of the liquor left on his cracked lips that had marks all over them from gnawing skin off of them. He throws the bottle with the rest, hearing the all too familiar ting of the glass bottles clinking.

"Why don't you just admire yourself? Nothing makes me happier than looking at myself" Matt encourages, handing Tom his hand-held mirror. Tom rolls his eyes, his body trembling and tipsy with the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. Burping as he wipes his mouth with his blue hoodie sleeve before teaching for the mirror that Matt was offering him. He regretfully looks into the mirror, his vision spinning and trippy as he glares at his reflection. One black abis of an eye half shut looking sleepy with the other black abis normal, his jaw drooping as his body sways and stumbles like he has vertigo.

"Can you see what you're doing to yourself Tom?" Edd asks. Tom looks hard at himself, studying every detail of his face, but his drunken brain didn't take any of it in.

"This- *hic* better not be some kind of *hic* intervention thingy" Tom grumbles. Continuing to glare at the mirror.
"All I ever do is be a faggot and piss people off. Who would want to be friends with a guy as miserable and horrible as me?!" Tom screeches in a drunken slur, drunkly stumbling to a stand with the mirror in hand, throwing it across the room. Hearing the mirror smash into shards.