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--This will contain mentions of self-harm if you are sensitive to this topic I'd suggest you click away. Also if they are any grammar mistakes or errors please let me know but all my stories are checked over and are corrected by Grammarly so there should be none uwu--

Tord's POV
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Regret, Sorrow, that's all I feel; any other emotions seem not to exist. I looked down at my nails, I always painted them black so maybe that's why my step parents call me gay. I was born with a frail and feminine body, I don't nessicarly hate it but I'm bullied often about it. I should stop reminiscing and get ready for school, I stood up and dragged myself over to my closet. I examined my clothes and pulled out my gray turtleneck, then I went over to my drawer pulling out my dark blue cut jeans. I stripped off my original clothes and looked at my body mirror, disgusting. I put my turtleneck over myself then pulled my jeans over my legs. 

I looked at a cracked photo of my real parents, they died last summer, car crash, tragedy. I sighed and grabbed my phone, it had a cute cat charm and black case. I put on my black and dark grey backpack, I was about to slip on some flip-flops until I remembered, today is PE....fuck. I got some socks on and some shoes on and ran out the door before my step-mom can yell at me. I keep running, heading for the school; I didn't want to talk to her, she always has to comment on the way I look.

When I got to school, there was someone new..he wore a blue hoodie, blue jeans, and checkered converses. He turned his head and looked at me....those eyes, they are black...such a beautiful shade... He smiled and started walking to me, my heart pounded. "Hello" He began, before he could say anything more I blurted out "Tord" he gave me a confused glance and I scoffed "My name is Tord...". He smiled and spoke sweetly "Tom." he took a deep breath "I am Tom".

---Later---

I didn't see Tom from then, we didn't have any of the same classes...  I sat at a table that was empty and laid my head down, I felt a presence in front of me and I looked up. It was Tom, he had such a sweet smile "How are you? You didn't get lunch"  I gave him a lazy smile in return "Not hungry... I never am". His smiled faded and so did mine "So what class are you in? They found out that I've been going to the wrong class-" he chuckled a bit and I sighed " Mrs.Shamblin, class B".  He smiled brightly "I'm in class B", I returned the smile "Neat". 

--Class B--
I sat with Tom, he seemed to be the only person who was actually nice to me. We were learning something about astronomy but all I did was look at my wrists, they had cuts and bruises all over it was like my pale skin was painted with reds and blues. Tom noticed and frowned "Tord...you cut?" I nodded and he sighed "Dont...its not healthy at all! Just please don't cut".
I suddenly laughed

"why do you care?"