Tom Hiddleston: All One Shots and Poems

Savior

Genre: Angst.

Unlikely events will always happen. Some can be considered as good happenings, and some can be called tragic as well. For Tom, calling it tragic would be shallow. While his career prospered up to a notch, getting the roles he’d always wanted, the publicity and undying love of his fans,  no one would have expected for such a thing to instantly take it all away from him.  Not even him. He hadn’t seen it coming. It wasn’t easy. Struggling to accept the blow shattered him. He hadn’t expected that one simple mistake would take all of the things he’d put so much time and hard labor on in just a flick of a second. A snap. A moment. A heart beat. He wouldn’t be the same. He wouldn’t be as gleeful as he was before. Why ? All because he wouldn’t be able to see again.

The accident had cost him to lose a lot of things. His jumpstarting career, his work, his passion, his will to live,  his ability to see and eventually, his friends. It had been a month now since he was given the bad news to mope over, but he could still remember the accident like it had happened yesterday. He was busy running his lines with his co-actors when the accident had happened. A fire had been lit up from the costume department, spreading fast like a virus, and while his co-actors were quick enough to move and save their asses off , he on the other hand was busy helping a member of the set crew that got stuck under a huge prop debris get out of the movie set. The smoke didn’t help him either, he could remember his vision turning into a blur thus causing him to see less clearly. Though he was able to help and save the injured crew member, he was all too late to do the same for himself. The people were too busy panicking and shouting to even care for the other things. The thick smoke and loud noises made it even harder for him to seek out and shout for help for himself. A loud cracking noise caught his attention from above, and before he’d even had the chance to jerk his head up and look at it, it had been already too late. The next thing he’d seen right after he’d woken up from his short-term coma was darkness. It was a complete and never ending pit of darkness. He remembered the people around him trying to soothe and comfort him from his breakdown. He was told that a falling chunk of debris had knocked him unconscious and that it had given him a great blow causing him to lose his ability to see.

It wasn’t fair. He knew it. He’d been dedicating his whole life doing good deeds so why had this had to happen to him ? Just when things were about to go great for the long run? Life was unfair. It truly was. It was kind of ironic, really, to him, seeing the beauty from every point of life inspired him to strive harder for the best. He didn’t care about wealth or fame or anything else that was related, he only cared about wanting live out his passion, and that passion was none other than acting itself. But how was he supposed to do that now ? Sure, he could feel things, still hear voices and sounds but to him, those weren’t good enough. To see was a great gift. And now, that gift had been taken away from him. Now, he felt nothing. He was empty inside. It was a dull and hallow sensation.

He was lost.

Though his family and friends had been there to support him all the way, they weren’t there for him all the time, they had their own lives to live and families to take care of.  He had none. No family. No kids, he hadn’t thought about starting one before, and now he’d regretted it badly. He wanted to have one, when the time was right enough for him. And now that opportunity was lost, he had nothing else better to do than mope around in his bed, and listen to people live out their lives happily. He was sad. He often had suicidal thoughts but they were quickly diminished away whenever he would actually think through them out. He now knew what it had felt like to be abandoned. Neglected. Unloved.

A soft knock on the door snapped him from his train of thought. He wondered who it might have been be at this time of the day. His first guess would have been a nurse but that was unlikely to happen otherwise an emergency was happening. Though there were actually times when he’d managed to leave his room out of his desperation. The silence of being alone drove him crazy. It caused quite a stir over the hospital having a blind man run around without having any guardian to accompany him. But he he didn’t care of what people might think of him. Whether he was a deranged lunatic or not, he just wanted to see again. To see the damp and green grass squish beneath his feet when he’d run over them. To see the sun shining over his pale skin. To see his family’s faces once again.