The New kid

Why

Tom's P.O.V

I groaned as I sat up, I imdeintly felt sick and dizzy. I dashed out of my bed and bust out of my room, I ran into the bathroom and lifted up the toilet seat.
  Oh god, how much did I frickin drink? Inugh!
    I vomited again. I held my head in pain, I had a throbbing headache. I held on to the sink and pulled myself up. I looked in the mirror and tried to make everything stop spinning. Once I could finally focus I was confused, I ran my hand over my cheeck and winced.
    A bruise? And my jaw is killing me! I locked the door, I'll just shower, that always helps a little bit.
   As I took off my hoodie I realized I was wearing a hoodie. I never wear a hoodie to bed. I sighed as I struggled to remember last night. I was getting no where and to add to the questions I had gauze wrapped around my wrist and my chest. I hesitated then unwrapped it. I had a bloody slit across my wrist and a burning cut in my chest.
  What the hell? How'd this happen? It's pretty damn deep. I didn't...did I? I wouldn't? Hold on, I know I didn't wrap it . . . so who the hell did?

"Good morning Tom!" Edd smiled, "How'd you sleep?"

"Great." I said with sarcasm dripping like venom from my voice. I walked to the cabinet and looked through the small orange bottles. I grabbed one and popped the lid open. Edd glared at me, "What?" I sneered.

"Tom, if you didn't drink the you wouldn't need those!" I rolled my eyes and poured a few in my hand. I grabbed a glass of water and chugged them down. "I'm serious Tom. We're worried about you, Tord told me what happened."

My eyes sparked in curiosity, "Tord told you huh? Where exactly is Tord?"

"He left awhile ago, he said he had something to do." Edd shrugged and took another bite of his cereal. I walked past him when he grabbed my arm, I hissed in pain and yanked it away. He looked at me with eyes wide, "Y-You did.." I was even more confused now but I was done talking, I turned around, "We're not done talking Thomas." I knew he was serious, he used my full name.

"Yes, we are." I pushed him away and stormed upstairs. I slammed my door shut and fell on my bed. I stared at the ceiling with cold eyes, "Tord huh? What was I doing with him? And what the actual hell did he tell Edd?" I scoffed.
   Why is all this happening to me?

Tord's P.O.V

"Oh Tord, so I was wondering about Tom. Where was he? Sorry, I'm just worried is all."

"No problem Edd, but before I tell you I heard your mother's a doctor?"

"Yeah, in fact she's taught me enough that if I wanted to I could preform a sugary right now." He smiled. I did research, he wasn't lying, he knew a lot. If he saw Thomas's wounds he would know it's from a knife. I have to change the story.

"Anyways, about Thomas. I found him drunk sitting at a bridge last night. He had a cut on his wrist and chest. I, um, I'm not a hundred percent sure how but there are only two possibilities. Either he got in a fight or. . you know . ." It wasn't a complete lie, I did find him next to a bridge and he did have two cut wounds. Edds eyes trembled as tears brimmed. Not what I was expecting. I didn't want to but I felt like I had to say something comforting. "I, uh, I'm really sorry Edd."

"No, you didn't do anything. In fact you found him, you saved him." His chair squeaked as he stood up. He hugged me, my eyes flew open in surprise. Why was he being so kind? What was this feeling it gave me? "Thank you Tord, thank you. Even when we were first friends with him, I was always worried. I just wanted what was best for him and to look out for him, no one ever wanted to be friends with him. I always knew something was wrong and I found out too late. We can't be sure what happened, and he probably won't tell us, and to be honest I'm a little afraid to know the answer. But thank you, thank you for being such a kind friend." A single tear slipped down my cheek, I don't know why but it just did, and it felt good. Edd must have noticed, "If you ever wanna talk I'm always here, Matt too, and even Tom, though it doesn't seem like it. We all care about you." He let go of me and I quickly wiped my face.