Edds P.O.V
I wake up feeling a bit weird, I sit up and realize I fell asleep on my stained carpet damn I must've been out real late trying to wipe that carpet clean.
But that stain was still there
Suddenly I heard the door open
"Oh hey Tord"
"Hey."
I begin to stand and stretch as Tord makes his way to his room
"Wait- TORD WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT"
I run to him stopping him from opening his door
"I had a last minute call in shift."
"FOR THAT LONG! IT WAS YOUR TURN TO DO THE DAMN DIS-"
"move Edd I've got things to do."
Pushing me away and slamming his door in my face.
"Careless bit-"
"Edd what's for breakfast?"
".. I'll make some pancakes"
Tord is always like this, always cold towards everyone and after all that I've done for him I get this, after I've been nice to him for such a long time
Some favour in return.
"Edd.. uh is the pancakes supposed to be that colour?"
Wh-
Black
I turn around to look at the counter covered in powder and sugar, I try to look for some batter but non left everything seemed empty
"Looks like we have to go shopping, Matt you're having toast"
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"But Tord if you dont tell them how will they react if one day they fi-"
"Quiet. You don't know what it's like, they hate me anyway how much is this so called medication?"
"One thousand."
"Okay. I'll come by and get them tomorrow I have to go now doctors bye"
A lie
The beeping echoed across the room with no give at all, the empty vibes of my room outstretched for miles.
The bed my only comfort and escape from the real world.
I choose to stay in my mind palace and imagine scenarios that would never happen.
Such as
No argument
No hate
Adventures
Happiness
Ever since our last Christmas and what happened that almost split all of us, nothing was really okay since.
Edd chooses to stay in his room drawing and animating
Matt chooses to create makeup videos for his YouTube and Instagram in his room all day
Tom stays in his room drinking and doing whatever, at night he goes to the bars.
And theres me
Just a man who is looking at death, not afraid, just waiting. A person who doesnt care about the world because he knows he wouldnt live long
All because of smoking
At least I get to die by a disease and not suicide.
I need to be the perfect dangerous person you'll ever meet.
I have to be that particular person and be stronger than them
Otherwise they'll see my masked pain and despair.
"Hey Tord what the hell are you doing?"
I thought I locked the door..
"I'm just looking at nothing Tom, absolutely nothing"
Death. I'm looking at death, the hell you think Thomas?
"Yeah, whatever Edd called you."
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
I stood up walking towards the kitchen
"You needed me?"
"Its your turn to buy the groceries"
Before I knew it a coat was thorn in my face
"I'm leaving this coat here I don't need it"
"Kay die in the cold we don't care"
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.
It was dark and windy
It felt satisfying in a toxic way
But who cares
It's just my own way of satisfying my demons, breathing fresh air when I should be breathing carbon, and gas.
Everyone looks past me, everyone is ignoring me, no one notices me, I am invisible.
Good
The faster I walk the more my chest hurts.
The car broke down a week ago and it's still being repaired.
The store I walked into felt very simple and smelt like nothing
"T-Tord?"
That voice.
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(DISSCONTINUED)his cancer
Fanfic(The end never happened at all) A Norwegian man looking at death, and to add to it, lung cancer and more pain to bring along with him. A man who will never tell his three friends about it for unknown reasons, This cancerous killer is caused by smok...
