Blame It On Me (TomTord)

Ch. 8

⚠️ Cutting and suicidal thoughts warning ⚠️
[No POV]
Tord had just waken up. He pushed the covers off of his bruised and beaten up body as he got up to go downstairs. He didn't want to, but at the same time he didn't want Edd to worry for him.

"Oh hey Tord!" Edd called while he was cooking. Tord waved while walking to the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?" Edd asked while flipping a pancake. Tord simply nodded, putting his head in his arms and laying his head on the table. Matt ran to the kitchen and sat next to Tord, holding a mirror in his hand.

"Today's gonna be a goooooood day!" Matt sang to himself, while looking at himself in the mirror. "What do you guys want for breakfast?" Edd asked while Tom came to the kitchen, sitting down with a bottle of Smirnoff. Tord groaned, while Matt and Tom asked for pancakes.

"Want anything Tord?" Edd asked, trying to get Tord to look at him. Tord didn't respond. "How about bacon and eggs?" Edd asked, pointing to the pan. Everyone knew Tord loved bacon. He simply nodded.

'Of course he wouldn't say no to bacon! Score for me!' Edd thought to himself. He wanted Tord to eat.

The group ate their food, while Tord simply picked at his bacon, eating some every few minutes.

"You okay Tord?" Matt asked, patting him on the back.

"Of course he's not okay dumb ass." Tom answered Matt, staring at him with his blank eyes. "He just tried to commit suicide, why would he be okay?" Tom asked Matt, flicking Matt on the side of his head. "Well why didn't you do anything about it then, huh?" Matt asked, looking annoyed with Tom. "Do you not remember what he did to your face?" Tom said, looking straight at Matt. "He tried to kill us! He destroyed our house!" Tom screamed, getting more frustrated with Matt.

"He's not like that anymore!" Edd screamed at Tom, getting into the fight.

"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!!!" Tom screamed, pounding his fist on the table, creating a loud noise.

Tord walked back to his room and locked the door. His question was answered.

Tom actually did still hate him. He never changed, like Tord thought he might have. He laid down on his bed with his stomach, hugged his pillow, and started silently crying into it. Unlike Tom, Tord did change.

Tord got up, and off of his bed. He pulled a wooden drawer open in his nightstand, and opened a small secret compartment that was apart of the drawer. A couple small disposable razors were inside of it. He picked it up, and started dragging it across his arm. His wrists, and the top of his arm were covered in cuts and blood by the time he was done. The sharp feeling provided comfort. It was always there when Tord needed it. The pain did sting, but only for a small amount of time before he wrapped his arm in toilet paper. He pulled his sleeves back down, and threw out the disposable razor. He felt light headed, so he headed to his bed. He passed out onto his bed the moment he reached it.
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