(Tords pov)
I cant decide anymore.... Why did I do what I did? I felt the hot tears drip down my cheeks as I look at the wreckage of my old house... I hate myself... I enjoyed the pain I felt dragging the knife I had in my hoodie pocket down my arm and looked at the sunlight just like every night I spent here. I couldn't do back to the red army. Not after what I did. I felt like jumping of the edge of this cliff and ending it all just to feel free. I cut my arm until it's dripping with blood. I soon just look at the cliff edge..."if I jumped where would. I go?" I thought... Why ask myself that? I'd obviously go to hell.
(Toms pov)
It's been about 6 months since I saw the commie. I must admit I miss him as much as the guys. I wana look for him but I don't know where to start...
(Time skip!)
I begin to look for Tord now. It's 11:30 in the morning. I hope I find him soon
(Tords pov)
"Tom!? W-what are you doing h-here!?" I say as I feel a tight embrace and look up to see toms face." I was gona ask you the same thing. What are you doing here?" The blue hoodie said, giggling. I tremble
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A broken soul
General FictionA tearful story that took a long time to write! This involves tomtord, self harm, suicide and depression so if you don't like them things then don't read Tord is a broken soul. A bottle full of regret Tom is a hope. Somthing to live for Why can't th...
