Blue Pills {TomTord} (Suicidal! Tord x Tom)

Prologue

Tom's POV (Point of View)

I woke up. All I could feel was sweat beading down my face and the natural cold air hitting my body. I looked over towards my bedside clock. Three in the morning.

I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep at this rate, but who cares. I stood up and wiped the sweat away from my forehead. All I could feel were a bit more beads rolling down my face.

I sighed and pulled my blue hoodie on. I normally put it on in the morning due to how cold it usually was. I made my way out to the hallway, peeking my head out to see if anyone else was awake.

No one was. That is, until I heard faint crying. I looked around once more to see if anyone was in the hallway with me. No one was. Edd was in his room and Matt was in his room. Tord was in his room. I think.

I walked over to Edd's closed door and placed my ear against it. Nothing. I shrugged, then made my way over to Matt's room, placing my ear against his door. Nothing. Nothing at all.

I sighed in relief, then I remembered that Tord's room was further down the hall, where no one could hear anything happening, unless you were in the room yourself or outside in the hallway.

Once I made my way down towards his room, I placed my ear against the door. I could hear someone crying. I could hear Tord crying. I knocked gently, hoping that I didn't scare him.

The sobbing stopped, followed by a husky Norwegian voice.

"Go away."

I felt my expression turn into a small angry frown. Then, I slowly opened the door, entering a fairly dark room. The only light that was shining in was from the window, where a street light was.

I flipped the light switch on. A horrendous sight filling my mind. Tord was laying against his bed on the floor. A bottle of pills were sprawled out everywhere. Tord looked like a mess.

He looked up at me, a dirty expression falling upon his face. He looked down at the bottle of pills before looking down at his twitching feet.

I walked over and kneeled down next to him, picking up what pills I could. He handed me the bottle. I put the leftover pills in the bottle and locked it up tightly, even though he knew how to open it again.

"What happened?"

He looked at me shyly, the dirty expression still displayed on his face.

"I contemplated whether or not I wanted to kill myself. Eventually, the thoughts came in and I kept telling myself that I should. So I tried."

I nodded.

"What else?"

Tord sighed.

"Once I tasted the powder that was coating the pills, I spit them out. It was the worst thing I've ever tasted in my whole life."

I nodded again, listening to the Norwegian man sitting there.

"What made you contemplate about killing your self?"

Tord looked back up at me, tears brimming his eyes once more.

"I thought the world would be better without me in it."