Love to Hate you

Part 3

"Nooo!!" Matt screams as if he was watching a horror movie unfold before his eyes. Tom laughing randomly as he watched the sparkling like glitter of the mirror shards as they fell into the carpet among the floor littered with empty Smirnoff bottles. The strong smell of alcohol intoxicating his nose. But he didn't care, his body was too drunk to control to be able to care. His body heaving with angry breaths. Not knowing what he was saying or doing. Stumbling back towards the bed, siting down before leaning his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. His hands sliding from his eyes towards his ears then to the back of his head, gripping fistfuls of his hair as tears drip down his face. His nose cringing at the metallic smell of the blood that tinted his fingers with the film of his red blood covering them. Blood dripping down his wrist from his hands, bleeding like dye into his hair.

"Tell me Edd, *hic* why do you try with me? I'm a wasted bastard ALL the time." He yells with a loud chuckle following. "Why would you care about someone who hates everything. *hic* is Depressed, lonely, Worthless... A freak." Tom question. Growling at the fact Edd wasn't answering. The part he hated about himself the most though, was his appearance. He wanted nothing more than to have normal eyes instead of what looked like holes where they should be. He stands up, almost falling over after tripping over himself. Edd rushing to sit him back down. Neither Tom, Edd or Matt bothering to undress Tom or to pull covers over him. Edd however was kind enough to give Tom his teddy bear from the ash pile that was the remains of their old house. Tom lays down, cuddling it tightly as he lays on his side, begging for sleep.

"Night Tom" Edd says, brushing a hand over Toms head. Matt says goodnight in a grump, holding a grudge that Tom had broken yet another one of his mirrors. After they had left, Tom began to think, begging that when he shuts his eyes... That he would just sleep and never wake up ever again.

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Tom groans as his phone blears his ringtone on the bedside table. An incoming call. He brings the pillow from his arms to his ears, trying to block it out as if it weren't going off and instead just a dream.
But the noise got on his nerves, forcing him to reach a lazy hand on the bedside table, feeling around for his phone.
Hissing as he lifts the phone finding the bright screen in his eyes. He rolls to lay on his back debating whether it was worth answering. After a few more seconds it stops ringing and he sighs in reliefs but no smile forms on his face. Especially not when there's a ping meaning whoever it was left a message.
He groans and contemplates his life decisions. But he shakes those thoughts off after he enters his password and accesses his messages. Listening to the message on his phone after he hits play.

"Hey Tom... It's Edd. Uhm... Just wanted to see how your hangover is this morning....I'm sorry we didn't go check on you. Im sorry we pretty much just left you last night, suppose we should of at least checked.  Sorry if I woke you up... But Matt and I are going out for breakfast instead of staying home. Then we're going to the ice cream shop for Matt and I brought Cola last night! But anyways, inviting you was Matts recommendation and he planned everything for the day surprising as that is. We were wondering if you wanted to come along...But I guess you're asleep or likely hungover or even Drinking right now; knowing you. We're worried about you Tom, hope you're okay. Call back when you can... Bye." Tom faintly smiles a little at the fact Edd cared about him enough to worry... unlike Tord. Tom scowls before narrowing his eyes and considered it. He really did want to spend the day with Matt and Edd... But he couldn't stand his throbbing head. But he wanted to at least try have a good day with his friends. Going to Edds contact, Tom hesitates... Could he really bother to spend a day with a hangover out in public? But he shakes his head in his own protest,
'this isn't about me, it's about Matt and Edd' Tom reminds himself. He hits call. The dial tone rung...

"Hello there Tom~" Tom snarls at the all too familiar voice of a betrayer.

"What did you do with Edd?!?" Tom wake up fully, fury evident in his voice as he yells with no friendliness at all in his words. " What do you think you're doing back here?!" Each word laced with poison. His head throbbing with every word. His body aches and shivered against the cold air that settles in the house from the winter morning. He taps on his bedside lamp, letting the warm yellow glow radiate within the darkness of the room. His eyes adjusting to the bright light. 

"Oh nothing. Don't worry about him, he's fine. I just want to spend a day with my old friends like old times-"

"How are you even back?! I thought I killed you!?"

"Woah, calm down there Jahova Witness. I've changed. Can't you see, no?"

"Just tell me what you did with Edd! Give the phone to Edd, Tord. I don't want to hear it from you, I want to hear it from him!" Don't you dare tell me to calm down! I'm not going anywhere with you Commie!!!" Tom protested. "I would rather shoot myself!" His voice raising angrily.