Y'all gonna hate me for this chapter.
[Tom's POV]
That little shit.... he should be lucky to be alive. Wait... he already tried to commit suicide.. OH GOD WHAT IF WHAT I SAID WILL MAKE HIM OVERDOSE AGAIN?! FUCK!
I banged my fist onto Tord's door.
"TORD, OPEN THE DOOR!"
No response.
"TORD I SWEAR TO GOD, OPEN THE DOOR!"
I kicked open the door, only to find Tord sleeping on his bed. That was a relief, to be honest. Edd would blame me if he died. And to be honest, I would blame myself. Before I walked out of the room, I saw drops of blood on the floor. I knew what it meant. Tord had been cutting again.
I gently pulled down his sleeves to see the damage, only to see that there were dozens on cuts scattered around his arms, which were covered up in toilet paper. What I said probably triggered something in his mind. No, screw that, it had to. It did. I do care, but I hate him. Well...that's not entirely true.
It's the stupid side effects of having bi-polar. You say something you don't mean. I believe I hate him, the voices in my head tell me I should... but I feel something different than what the voices tell me.
I threw out the pieces of toilet paper he wrapped around his arms and replaced the toilet paper with gauze from the first aid kit in his room. Then I saw Tord was awake.
"Edd?" He asked. In his room it was dark so he couldn't see who I was. Maybe I could get something out of this...
"Yeah?" I asked him. It would be easier if he thought I was someone else. "Can you stay here with me?" I heard him say. He looked drained, and from what I knew he was going to be trapped in depression for a while. The past would haunt him for years to come, I knew. "Of course." I heard him turn around on the bed. "How long do you need me to stay?" I asked in whispery voice. "As long as you want.." Tord said, turning around again.
[Edds POV]
Things are going well. I had been standing outside the room the whole time. I feel happy. Everything is going to plan.
[Toms POV]
An hour had passed. I wanted to leave, but it was so calm staying in Tord's room. Watching him rest peacefully on the bed like nothing had ever happened to him in the first place. I decided to head back to my room now, looking at him before I went to leave. I walked toward Tord's bed, and whispered in his ear,
"I love you..." And I left his room.
"I love you too..." I heard Tord say, turning around to his wall. I felt happy. And then I realized...
He thought I was Edd....
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Blame It On Me (TomTord)
FanfictionAfter "The End," Tord has been kicked off the Red Army because he became too weak. Now, he's homeless because of his lack of money and lives in an alleyway. He had anorexia and depression for one year already, but will he re-gain his friends trust...
