Save me! (A Tomtord fanfic)

Prologue

He sat there, one leg dangling over the edge and the other close to his chest. His robotic arm rested on his knee and the other one hung to his side.

His face was formed into a blank expression that showed no emotion.

But inside. Past his defense of hard study walls, was a broken mind that cried out for someone to end his life.

Some people might think he's crazy because he returns to a place that has a direct connection to his depression.

But this was normal by now. Every day either he went to this edge by himself, or he found himself here in his nightmares. And he'd rather go here by himself than to get here in his nightmares.

He had been here enough times to know it like the back of his hand.

He knew the place of every stone and flower. Every tree behind him and every smell that filled this place.

He felt like it was both his safe place but also the most hated place he knew.

The wind blew gently through his hair and he felt how his eyes started to water.

How had he gotten himself into this mess? It was just supposed to be a simple mission, just get the robot and be out of there.

But his friends just had to get in the way.

Matt

Edd

and.....

Tom.....

They just had to stop him which was what resulted in this mess.

Losing an arm and almost his eye was not a problem really. His right eye had luckily stayed okay, except for the fact that it thanks to the injuries had changed color. It was now black (Not like Tom's just the eye color black), unlike his left eye which was still crimson.

But he still wore an eyepatch, because he thought of himself as a freak with two different eye colors. The right side of his face was littered in scars and burn marks which even went down on his throat a little bit.

His arm had gotten so hurt that he had to amputate it to the robot arm he found shortly after the crash. And was having a hard time controlling it.

Paul and Patryck had done their best to help him, but he knew they needed to get back. He couldn't go back in his state. He wasn't mentally stable enough to lead right now.

He looked at the rubble which was the remains of the house he used to live in with his friends.

He wanted to say sorry to them. To at least give them the satisfaction to see he regretted what he had done.

He knew that they thought he was dead. He had ordered Paul and Pat to spy on them for a while after the incident and they had heard them talk about him one time, saying things like,

"I know what he did but he still didn't deserve to die."

"Yes, he did! I'm happy he's dead! Won't be able to annoy me anymore!"

He was happy they thought he was dead, it meant he didn't have to worry about them looking for him.

But he couldn't lie, he missed them.

All of them.

Even Tom.

But he knew that if they found out that he was alive, then he would surely not get even a second of peace.

Matt would probably don't care so much seeing as he barely remembers him.

Edd would try to make him come back and forgive him fairly quickly.

But Tom.....He was a different story.

Tom would hunt him down and when he finally found him, Tom would surely kill him.

Letting out a chuckle at the thought, he felt a few tears escape his eyes.

Dying seemed like a release to him by now. But he couldn't bring himself to do it himself. It was almost like life wanted him to suffer, making him unable to end it himself.

The thought about finding Tom and asking him to end his life had crossed his mind many times. But he knew there was a chance that Tom would refuse and he couldn't risk that.

He had ordered Paul and Pat to return to base, something they were both very reluctant about. But in the end, they came to a compromise. Paul and Pat went back to base for about a month to make sure everything was in working order and then they would come back and see if he wanted to return with them.

They had been gone for three weeks and four days now, and he was already missing their constant worry about him. They really were the parents he never had.

Looking out at the horizon he watched as the sun slowly sunk down making it darker and darker.

The night was closing in, but he had no intention of going anywhere.

The hotel had kicked him out earlier this day, only because he had a panic attack and broke a few windows and mirrors.

Everything was such a mess.

Why did life seem to hate him so much?

He really didn't know what he had done that made life go so hard on him from the beginning.

But now, he felt like he deserved everything it threw at him.

He knew exactly why he was being punished now.

What he did was wrong, he just wished he had realized it sooner.

Then maybe he wouldn't even be sitting here right now. Maybe, just maybe, he would have been sitting in that house with his three friends, laughing, smiling.

Tord chuckled sadly to himself, "It would be......"

He then broke down crying, ".......Like old times......"