Tords POV:
I sit at my desk looking at my robot arm 'why do you seek power tord' the question still rings in my head repeatedly...I sigh....'YOU ONLY SEEK IT FOR REVENGE!' They say...but....what do I seek it for?....I always seem to think I need it for my control ... but the other generals from the other army think otherwise... but... I sometimes think...why can't I be a normal guy...with a normal life...hanging out with a cola loving drawer...a narssaistic dumbass....and a... d damn a alcoholic...named Tomas...I fell tears roll down my face and still felt completely numb.... I don't get it?...why do I fell this?... I put my right robotic hand on my right eye covers over a eyepatch " it's all you- my fault...I should've nesver come..."I say in my heavy accent and sigh ... it is my fault...my mission failed and— I fell some pain ache through my left wrist?..and I roll my left sleeve up were there were...blood stains and see a deep cut through my left wrist , my eyes widened and winced in pain still crying uncontrollably not sobbing in still feeling know emotion... but crying....
Toms pov:
I had a nife in my right hand looking at the cut I had made deep in my skin.... the cut felt like I deserved it....I'm worthless...commies right I don't deserve to live or die...I should fell pain and agony.......deaths wish and live for the pain and sorrow of tord and Edds sake...all I have is stupid ginger....I- I.... I take the nife near my skin to cut again uncontrollably sobbing with sadness and sorrow...."I'm worthless , I'm not real....life is lying to me...I DONT DESERVE TO DIE!
I DESERVE TO FELL GUILT A AND!-" and I was to close to fucking cut my hand off of even cut it Matt bursted through the door " TOM DONT-" I see matt in tears..... o oh no...how did he know h how...."I....I knew it......." Matt glanced at the bloody nife and cut..damn...." Tom....are yo you o ok...." Matt walks over to me.... and gently puts my rist over his hand " Cus if not....I I Can Help!... p please tell me what's wrong....." Matt cry's .... I pull my hand away from
His" OF CORSE NOT! WHY AM I HERE MATT! WHY!? IT SHOULDEV BEEN ME WHO DIED NOT EDD OR DAMN COMMIE THERE BOUTH DEAD!!! *tears start falling down my face uncontrollably * IM THE ONE WITH A DEATH WISH! IM FAKE! I DONT EXIST! I I-" I yell in Matt's face and he cuts me off by a hug....
W what?...what is this?......
S should he HATE me?....
N no...I don't....
I don't....
I don't deserve this....
Friend...
Matt...
No...
Stop...
I told you...
I'm not real....
I I'm...
I'm worthless....
"Tom."
" dont wash yourself away...
Please..."
!
No....
Shut up...
No...
Stop it...
Matt please...
I don't deserve a friend like you...
...
...
Stop...
