Eddsworld stories (Discontinued)

You'll be the death of me

~Tord's P.O.V.~

Some days are worse than others. Today was one of those days.

Herregud. Drepe meg nå. I have the worst headache right now, I could keel over and die.

I carefully cover my injured arms and wandered downstairs, hoping I was quiet enough to go unnoticed. No one heard me come downstairs. So far, so good.
I opened the medicine cabinet, reaching for a bottle of pills. It rattled as I picked it up, catching Edd's, in my opinion, unwanted attention.
"Tord, you're up!" Edd smiled. I inaudibly groaned.
'There goes being unnoticed, ' I thought.
"Ah- yeaaahhh, I'm up alright..." I silently put the pills back.
"Oh, NOW you don't rattle, stupid bottle," I mumble.
"Pardon?" Since when did Edd ever say 'Pardon'?
"Nothing, Edd, " I sighed. I'll have to wait a while to do what I've wanted to do for years.
~Time skip~

I reeked of alcohol and cheap perfume by the time I got home from the bar. I needed a shower and change of clothes.
I hated that bar. And I hate alcohol. But the pay is good, and I need the money to pay rent. I'm not about to be a freeloader. Edd doesn't question where I work. He doesn't question why my breath smells of alcohol, but I'm not drunk when I come home. He doesn't question why I'm out if the house for hours in the middle of the night. He just appreciates that I help pay the bills.
I pull out some boxers, briefs, a t-shirt, and a towel from my closet before heading to the shower.

~After Tom's delightful shower~

I was heading back to my room, happily clean and refreshed. I stopped, hoping to avoid bumping into Tord, but I did anyway.
"Watch where you're walking, asshole," I growled out of instinct. Tord and I never got along. I didn't hate him, I never did. I wanted to be his friend, but I was taught to react to 'happy' feelings negatively from a young age. Edd and Matt understood how I conveyed positive feelings to others... Tord... Well, he didn't. I never meant the insults I threw at him, but I didn't know how else to react.

"Back at you, Jehovahs witness." Tord's voice lulled me out of my thoughts. I don't know what made him different from Edd or Matt... I felt different about him...

Stop him. Apologize. He may hate you, but you need to do it.

"Tord."

~Tord's P.O.V.~

That..... That didn't sound like Tom. I stopped a few paces away from him. My back was turned to him, but I felt him get closer.

"Tord, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the mean things I say. I'm sorry for the arguments and fights. I'm sorry for-"

"Stop."

"What?"

"Stop wasting empty apologies. Save them for someone who'll believe them."

I disappeared into my room without another word.

~Yet another time skip~

I quietly wandered downstairs to the kitchen, where the medicine cabinet was. I silently pulled down a bottle of sleeping pills, then poured myself a cup of water. I then wandered effortlessly into my room again.

~Tom's P.O.V.~

I stayed quiet.
... Tord never had trouble sleeping. If anything, he looked half asleep grabbing the pills.
I don't think he noticed me sitting in the living room.

I wander up the stairs to Tord's room a d gently knock... No answer... I open the door gently only to see Tord with what looks to be half the bottle of pills in his hand. He hardly had enough time to even look up before I scooped the pills out of his hand, shoved them into the bottle, and closed it.
"Are you stupid? How many have you already taken? Do I need to make you puke them up? Do you know that if you take any more than six you'll probably die?!"

He spewed questions at me, each word he spoke was drenched with worry. I didn't know what to do, so I sat there, silently staring at him.

"How many did you take?". He asked, placing his hands on hips.

"None, " I answered.

"Good, " he said with a sigh of relief.

Wait... Did...

Did he really care about me?

Was he really trying to kill himself? Why? Out of the four of us, I thought Tord would be the most mentally sound...

If you didn't fight with him and call him mean names, maybe he'd have better mental health.

I... Whoever is talking to me, you're right.

Of course, I am. You need to stop being a jerk.

Ok, I get it. Calm your tits.

"Tom?"

I was snapped from my thoughts. I looked at the red-clad sitting on his bed. I flashed him a nervous smile.

"Umm... You ok?"

~Tord's P.O.V. (sorry for all the P.O.V. flips)
'\/('-')\/'

Was he really that worried?
Funny

Look at my baby, Rylet

Ok, so I haven't updated anything recently, soo... Extra-long chapter, beanie babies! I'm super proud of this, and I'm gonna start working on part two of this write away! Thanks so much to my loving little ginger headed sister for the idea! But, also a big thanks to a drum roll, please

YOU LOVELY BABES!!! I'll never be able to express my gratitude enough for you all!

Time for some positive art of myself!

This is over the span of 2-3 years of my awful mental state, and my struggle to love myself. But I'm sooooo much better than before.

Also, school starts in two weeks. Going into high school is giving me so much anxiety that it's funny. I mean, you know thoughts tours of the school they do when you go from elementary to middle school? Well, we do that for mid to high school too. I just started crying. It was so overwhelming, I couldn't handle how many people there were. I kept trying to tell myself that everything was ok. It didn't help that all of my friends weren't in my group. Just thinking about it is making me anxious. Jeez, I'm rambling.

Ok so
Without the a/n: 812 words!

With a/n: 1036 words!

See you all in my next part!