Lockdown || Tord x Reader

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(Y/n's) POV.

I gasped, sitting up from my laying position.

A few glances here and there, I could tell I'm in a hospital.

"Hello Miss, I'm glad you woken up." A polite nurse walked in my room while holding a tray of all sorts of medication.

"I don't need any of that crap." I frowned, my nose twitching.

"The therapist-"

"Therapist?! I thought I told Edd I was done with those!" I jumped out of bed.

"Miss, please sit down!" The nurse placed down the tray on the side table and walking up to me.

"Ready for medicine?" He grinned, holding a syringe.

I swiftly shook my head while backing up into the corner.

As he stepped closer, I noticed a couple of rusty nails on the floor.

I gripped some in my hands as he stepped closer.

I took my chance to run right around him, jumping on his back and locking my elbow around his neck.

He struggled to breath and pull me off of him.

I smashed the rustic nails at the side of his head.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Edd screeched at me in panic.

I looked at the position I was in.

The nurse scratching at my arms, my arm around her neck as well as a syringe held in my fist.

I was about to stab this women with a tool.

I choked on my tears as I let her go, fear filled her eyes when she ran out the room.

"What were you thinking!?" Tom yelled.

I glanced at him and the boys..

I glanced at myself, my arms and legs wrapped in bandages.

I fell to the floor, my knees far too weak to support my weight.

More tears dripping from my eyes as I started to punch the floor.

My sobs getting louder as I heard a chant..

"You caused this, (Y/n)!"

"You should be dead!"

I screamed as I continued to have a trantrum.

"It only self-defence!" The one with the Norwegian accent stepped up.

"Of course you would see it that way!" Tom responded back.

As the two argued, I felt slumber taking over my body.

My breaths uneven, but stable enough for me to carry on.

I felt arms pick me up from the floor, "We'll get you home, (Nick name)..."

Tom's POV.

"An asylum is what she needs!" I paced back and forth in the kitchen.

Matt was the one who volunteered to carry back to the car when we were ready to go back home.

"You're seriously willing to abandon her in some mental hospital?" Tord asked in disbelief.

"Have you seen her?! She's sick in the head!" I pointed at my forehead.

"An ayslum isn't going to fix anything." He rolled his eyes.

"Like you would ever know!" I narrowed my eyes.

"Oh, I do know. More than you, thats for sure." Tord got up from the couch, walking up the stairs.

I sighed as I walked into the kitchen where Matt and Edd were chatting.

Tord's POV.

"(Y/n), it's me. Tord?" I knocked on her bedroom door.

I put my ear against the door, hoping to hear anything.

I huffed and just opened the door, only to see nothing.

I panicked and glanced around the room.

I saw a note neatly placed on her bed, I ran up to it and read it.

I hope your happy..

My breathing hitched as I heard the slight winds coming from the open window.

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Imma die in a pile of potatoes.

Until next time, Readers!

Bye!~

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