❝ Come find me. ❞ (TomTord)

Chapter 12

Tom sat up in his bed.
The one in the blank room.
He had a severe headache,
and multiple spots across his entire body were stinging and aching.
He held his head in his hand, his hollow eyes scanning the room. There was no note this time. Seemed like that had been a one time thing.
He then realized he was forgetting something. Something important.
Maybe it was a person? Or..something he needed to do?
Everytime he thought he had remembered it, it slid out of his mind again.
He frowned as he continued to think about what was happening. And what he was forgetting.
He had been in his own house a few days ago.. Why was he here?
Tom remembered multiple times of being in the forest..at home....a lot of at home.. But.. something was missing from all of it. Nothing was linking.
He lived alone, right?
Why was he taken away from his home?..
He threw the covers off of himself, pulling himself to his feet. He was shaking. Really badly.
Tom pushed his hand into the wall, trying not to fall.
He paused as the silence that hung over his room was interrupted.
The echo of soft footsteps entered his ears. He listened as they got louder, and louder, until..
The door to his room was opened. He relaxed slightly as he saw Laurel.
She didn't seem to be a bad person.
Laurel was holding a tray. Food maybe?
That thought was confirmed as the smell of oatmeal reached him.
She looked at him as she passed him and set the tray of food down on his bedside table.
"Goodmorning, Thomas." She said, giving a friendly smile. "Here's your breakfast. Make sure to eat it." She gestured to the food before leaving.
Tom nodded in response, not correcting the name she called him by.
He made his way over to his bed, throwing himself onto it and examining the food in front of him.
It was a bowl of what looked like oatmeal, with a apple next to it. A pretty bland meal.
He snatched the apple off of the tray and took a bite of it. He savored the sweet flavor as he took another bite of it. He hadn't eaten in a while. He thought. Had he? Who knows.
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A while later, he had finished eating, and was now sitting in the floor. Staring at the wall. Doing nothing.
He thought, maybe he was going crazy.
But he would have no way to know if he was crazy or not.
After what felt like an eternity, he heard those familiar footsteps.
He looked to the door, which must've been weird for Laurel to come in with him staring at her.
She stepped in, her lips moving into another friendly smile.
"Hello, Thomas." She said, gesturing a wave. "Can you come with me, please?" She asked, walking over and offering to help him up.
He nodded in response once again, grabbing her hand and pulling himself to his feet.
He followed her silently as they walked out of his blank room.
They walked down the same hall as before, turning off into a new room rather quickly.
This room was much more welcoming. It had pastel blue walls, and a nice grey carpet. This room was rid of the mental tools and large uncomfortable table.
Replaced by those, were two couches, and a few small tables.
The person who Tom referred to as 'The man' was sitting on the couch with a sort of notepad in his hand. He sat up straight as Laurel and Tom entered the room.
"Ah. Hello, Dr. Laurel, Thomas." He greeted them with a smile. He had grey eyes- which reminded Tom of someone. But he didn't know who.
He didn't have friends.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Smith." She replied blandly.
Laurel guided Tom over to the couch in front of 'Dr.Smith'.
At least he knew his name now.
Laurel handed Smith her notepad before walking out of the room.
"So, Thomas," He started reading over the notepad Laurel handed him. "Do you remember anything before being here?" He asked, his dull gaze passed over Tom before looking down to the notepad again.
"W-well- uh..." Tom paused, thinking about it again. "I remember bits and pieces. But..nothing is really making sense." He frowned, wishing any of this made sense.
"Ah. I see." He said, putting Laurel's notepad down and picking up some sort of laptop off the table next to him.
He'd type something down before glancing back up at Tom.
"Do you remember any friends, family, or pets?" He questioned, closing the laptop partially.
"No. I don't have any friends. I never had any pets- and my family...I can't..I can't remember them." Tom replied. He wasn't sure why he was actually answering these questions.
"Hm." Smith opened the laptop up again, typing something down.
"Do you know why you're here?"
"Actually, no. I..don't remember anything before..here, well." Tom replied, starting to fidget with his fingers.
Smith smirked as he looked back down to the computer. He'd type something down before looking back to Tom.
"Alright," He said, putting the laptop down and standing up. "Follow me." He gestured for Tom to follow. Tom stood up, following cautiously.
Oh god please don't do whatever you did to me yesterday. He pleaded silently as he stumbled after Smith.
They walked through the building a while, until they turned into a room.
Tom looked around, sighing as he noticed how similar it was to the first room he was guided into. Grey walls, tiled floor, large uncomfortable table, counters, metal utensils, pills, syringes....
"Take a seat." Smith said dully, gesturing to the table.
Tom obeyed, sighing as he pulled himself onto the table. Some other person was there too.
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He sat in silence for a long time.
He didn't speak when they strapped his hands down.
He didn't speak when they started talking to each other.
He didn't ask any questions.
There wasn't a point doing so.
After a while, they injected something into him.
He passed out, and he could feel the strapping the rest of his body down.
Then they injected something else into him.
It was painful.
This pain was familiar.
A memory popped into his head suddenly.
He remembered yelling. Someone yelling his name. Insulting him.
They had a Norwegian accent.
Who were they?
The pain continued, as he remembered another thing.
A memory of his skin changing color.
His shape changing.
Him..turning into..a monster...
The pain..
The pain he got..when...
He was turning into his monster form.