You're Mine Now (DISCONTINUED) [Old]

Rescued... Sorta

Tom Pov:

I see only darkness around me, like a never ending void that's already engulfed me inside.

"Hello?" I say into the pitch black.

The only response is a loud and frightening echo.

I then see a spot light shine into 1 circle from not too far ahead of me.

Then a familiar figure walks into the middle.

It's Tord!

"Tord!" I say and run over to him.

"Stop right where you are Jehovahs Witness," Tord says in a stern voice which makes me stop in my tracks before I can go anymore near him.

The old nickname seems to tear my heart in 2.

"Jehovahs Witness?.. I thought we got passed the nicknames Tord.."

"People like you don't deserve to be called by their real names Jehovahs Witness,"

"W-what?..." I feel tears prickle at the corners of my eyes.

"I'm glad that shit in high school happened. You becoming my enemy was the best decision we both could've ever made,"

"But I thought we were.. I thought we were friends!"

"Hah! No, what would I need friends for?"

Flash backs to the robot incident fill my head until it completely clouds my whole mind.

I hold my head and close my eyes tightly as guilt takes over my emotions.

"You did this to me Thomas..."

My face instantly shoots up.

Once I look at Tord I start to realize the difference from before...

When I first saw him he looked brand new...

Now the entire right side of his face and his right arm has bloody scars all over them.

Tord is holding his right arm with his left hand and is closing his right eye tightly.

Blood drips on to the floor below him.

"YOU DID THIS!" Tord yells.

"I'm sorry about that Tord! I really am!" I say.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Thomas!"

"What can I do to make you forgive me Tord?!"

...

Tord starts laughing like a maniac tilting his head back with a creepy smile.

I feel worse by the second.

He looks back at me and wipes a tear from laughing so much.

"You, Jehovahs Witness, can NEVER make me forgive you," Tord says.

I feel many tears run down my cheeks at once.

(I'm back from the deaaad)

(If you get that reference I love you)

"When the word sorry come from your mouth it's impossible to believe," Tord says and grinds his teeth.

"Tord-"

"Shut it Jehovahs witness, I'm doing the talking tonight,"

I gulp.