Save me! (A Tomtord fanfic)

Scars from the past causes future regrets

The gunshot echoed through the room and time stood still for a moment.

Silence filled the room as the gunshot had quieted down.

The tension was so thick that you could practically cut it and the silence was suffocating, but it was interrupted by the sound of metal hitting the concrete floor.

The knife clattered onto the floor and everyone turned their heads to Tom. The gun still smoking in his hands.

Tord stood frozen in place just like everyone else.

Tom had not hesitated one second before shooting.

He didn't even know what he had tried to hit.

Tord, Peter, or the knife.

But to everyone's relief, Tom had hit the knife only knocking out of Tord's hand.

But he had missed the Norwegian's face with only a few inches.

Tom panted in shock at his own actions.

The tension between him and Tord grew so thick that not even a knife could cut through it.

Tom's breath grew calmer once he had collected himself, but the look in Tord's eyes prevented him from calming down fully.

The Norwegian's eyes were no longer burning with anger, now it was a fricking full on forest fire of fury.

The black-eyed male slowly stood up and clenched his fists, getting ready for an attack from the Norwegian.

Which is what he received.

With a sprint, Tord charged a robot hand punch at Tom who dodged it in the last second.

"Tord, stop this. I don't want to fight you." Tom dodged another punch from the robot hand.

Tord used some kind of magnet in his robot arm to make the knife come to his hand and he grabbed it and then turned to Tom. He then growled, "You should have thought about that before you fired that gun, Tommyboy."

Tom hated that nickname but he ignored it, "I had to stop you from making another mistake."

"Another mistake?! You think murdering that bitch was a mistake!? And that murdering that fucker is just a mistake too!?"

As the words left the Norwegian's mouth, Tom felt like as if a train had hit him. A train of realization.

"Tord, that's not him. That's not your father. And the one you killed was not your mother. You killed someone else."

The knife holding male froze and turned his head towards Peter and the dead body of Simon. Tom was right, that was not his birth parents.

Looking down at the bloody knife in his hand, Tord felt a huge pain in his gut. He had done it again.

He had killed someone in his crazy state. Someone who didn't deserve to die.

Tightening his grip around the knife, Tord started to breathe through his gritted teeth. "I'm a killer......A monster..."

"Tord. Calm down. You aren't helping anyone right now." Edd tried to talk some sense into the Norwegian.

Tord turned to the males in the doorway, "NO! IM TIRED OF THIS! I'VE TRIED OVER AND OVER TO STOP HURTING PEOPLE! TO STOP LIVING! BUT I CAN'T!"

Tord grabbed his hair and started freaking out, "I CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT OTHER THAN HURT PEOPLE! I DON'T WANT TO BUT THAT SEEMS TO BE MY PURPOSE! SO WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?"

"You can put down the knife and let us help you before this gets out of hand."

Tord's eyes started to water, the tears fell down his face and to the floor. His sobs soon turned into laughter.

A loud, wicked, crazy laughter that filled the room as he held his head trying to quiet down the voices in his head.

Weak, useless, murderer, pathetic, abomination, weird, mistake......Monster

The voices wouldn't stop. No matter how much Tord tried to, he couldn't block them out.

"NO NO NO NO! MAKE IT STOP! JUST FUCKING KILL ME!"

"Tord, we won't kill you. Just let us help."

"NO, YOU CAN'T HELP! IF YOU WON'T KILL ME, THEN!" Tord held the knife to his throat, "THEN I'LL DO IT MYSELF!"

"NO, TORD DON'T DO IT!" Edd shouted, trying to talk him out of it.

"WHY NOT!? HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'VE DONE! OR THE PAIN I WENT THROUGH! JUST LIKE ALWAYS, NO ONE EVER GETS IT!"

"I do! I understand why you are like this Tord! I read your notes and I'm sorry! Sorry that I didn't do anything sooner! Sorry that I was so blind that I never saw what was happening to you! But I can't go back in time and take back the words I didn't say, or the things I didn't do! But I can help you now!"

"I don't need your help, Tom! I don't deserve it! You shouldn't waste your time on me! I will just screw everything up again! Just like I always do! Nothing will ever change that!"

"I'm not wasting time if I'm trying to help the person I care most about in the whole world. I want to help you because....." Tom hesitated.

Did he really feel this way about Tord? Or was he just confused?

The time he spent together with Tord had been the best time he knew. The memories they made together was what Tom held closest to his heart.

Clenching his fists, Tom realized that there was no doubt about it.

"......Because I love you, Tord."

Tord froze and turned to Tom just in time to get a pair of arms wrapped around him, "And I'm sorry...."

Tord's pupils slowly went back to normal and he then closed his eyes tightly, trying to block the tears that tried to escape, but he failed as drops of salty water fell down his face.

The knife clattered to the floor once more. Wrapping his arms around Tom, Tord buried his face in the blue hoodie's shoulder fabric.

"I should be the one saying sorry.....I caused this mess.....I killed Simon......I almost killed you before......It's all my fault........" Tord sobbed.

Tom sighed, "Yeah, you may have done some bad things. But I forgive you." The black-eyed male looked up at the smiling faces in the doorway, "And so do they. We all know you have a good heart deep inside and you never wanted this to happen."

The Norwegian smiled sadly, "I really don't deserve friends like you......But thank you......all of you....."

The two of them stood like that, just hugging each other for a while before they let go and Tord wiped away his tears.

He looked over Tom's shoulder and saw Peter, still sitting on the floor by his dead brother, tears staining his face and a painful expression on his face.

Tord sighed and then grabbed the knife from the floor before walking towards Peter.

Everyone stared at the Norwegian with wide, worried eyes. Except for Tord himself, and Tom.

Tom knew what Tord was going to do. Even though he didn't like it, he didn't stop him.

When there was only a half a meter between him and Peter, Tord stopped, kneeled down and sat down on the floor.

He held out the knife towards the black-haired male, but not in a threatening way.

Peter looked first at the knife, and then at Tord who nodded, "Go ahead. Take it. I killed your brother, so if you want to avenge him then I understand."

The blue-eyed male slowly grabbed the knife's handle and looked at it before looking back up at Tord.

The Norwegian closed his eyes, ready for whatever punishment Peter decided to give him.

The blue-eyed male's expression turned angry and he tightened his grip around the knife.

He stood up and stepped closer to Tord, lifting the knife in the air.