Hospitalized (TordTom Fanfic)

~Pain of yesterday~

///Tom's POV///

Edd, Matt, and Tord were all catching up like old friends. Simply talking and laughing, something that I never did anymore.

I remember when I did that. When I had emotions. I remember when I wasn't a blank.

Then...

They

TOOK IT ALL AWAY.

"And that's basically why guns are a better way of dealing with your problems, then actually doing anything!" Tord said happily.

Edd rolled his eyes. Matt nodded happily.

"Of course, your so smart Todd!" Matt said, looking at me. "Isn't he smart Tim?"

I wish I could roll my eyes. "Yes, he's very smart Matt," I say, looking out the window. I wasn't entirely sure why Tord was still here. After the meal, he was supposed to go, but he stayed to talk, continuing to pretend that he was looking at something behind me.

The sun was setting now, and the sky was going to be as dark as obsidian soon. We had all watched a movie together, and it did feel like our old group again.

Us just hanging out and being stupid.

It was...

There was a bubbly feeling in my stomach. A warm feeling, and it felt...nice...

"Tom, you okay?"

I snapped my eyes open and turned my head. Tord was staring at me with a worried expression on his face, as Edd and Matt babbled.

Tord's eyes were looked like the moon on a night. I found myself staring at them for a little bit, thankfully not too late that it was awkward, and snapped my head forward again.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking," I said, staring forward at the blank TV.

Tord may have continued to watch me, but I'm not sure. My phone in my hoodie pocket began to buzz.

I stood up from the couch and started walking to the kitchen, pulling out my phone.

"Wilmer," My phone's screen said. I click "Answer" and held the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked. There was static on the other side, then I heard Wilmer's voice breakthrough.

"Hey, blind boy!" Wilmer's voice popped happily through the phone's speaker.

I was about to ask what the fuck he wanted, but he wasn't done.

"Hey, I don't have a lot of time," I heard him take and deep breath and breath it out. I heard someone else on the other side of the phone too, and the shifting of clothes.

"Wilmer, I don't want to hear you screw someone," I said, as Wilmer breathed into the phone's speaker again.

"I know, but I have to tell you this." He said as I hear a different guy's voice also broke through.

"Yeah, I'm waiting," I said, thinking that I should hang up soon.

"So, your actual parents are currently driving to your apartment...right now."

I was silent for a moment. I didn't know what to say.

I felt rage burn in my chest.

THEY LEFT ME THIS ENTIRE TIME AND EXPECT JUST TO BE IN MY LIFE AGAIN!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM?!?! THEY CAN BE SENT OVER OR WHATEVER, BUT IM NOT TALKING TO THEM! IM NOT LETTING THEM IN!!!

I felt tears sting my cheeks.

"Tom?" Wilmer's voice broke through the phone. "You there?"  My hand clenched around my phone, threatening to break it.

"Yeah, I'm here." I spat.

"You oka-"

I interrupted him. "You told them my address, didn't you?" Tears continued streaming down my checks. Even though I sounded strong, inside I was breaking.

"Y-yeah, I did."

Anger brunt through my veins. Didn't he want to ask me before doing that? Before telling the people who abounded me where to find me? Did I mean that little?

"You know what?" I said, my grip tightening on my phone, my teeth clenched. "I have to go," I  spit, "I'll talk to you later."

"Tom are you oka-"

"Beep. Call ended."

My arm dropped limply to my side, tears running down my cheeks.

"How could he?" I asked quietly to no one in part

"Tom?" A voice said from the front of the kitchen.

"Shit."

I quickly wiped my eyes and turned to face the voice.

Tord was leaning up against the wall, his arms crossed, and had a questioning expression on his face.

"Do you need anything?" I asked, looking down.

"Were you...crying?" Tord asked, walking forward. I turned my back to him. 

"What gave you that idea?" I asked, wiping my eyes. 

"Well, for starters,"  Tord said, walking in front of me. "There's ink all over your hoodie, came from your tears." 

I stared down at my clothing in disbelief. Tord was right. My clothing was smeared with weird, inky, slop. 

"H-how?" I spoke quietly to myself. 

Tord came closer, examining my hoodie. "There from your tears, Tommy."He repeated. 

I reached my hands up, feeling my cheeks. When I pulled my hands away, they were cover in ink. 

"Tom." 

I look up at Tord. "Yeah?" 

"I heard that phone call," Tord said, stoned faced.  

"Fuck. How much did you hear?" I say, dropping my head to look at the ground, starting to pace back and forth. 

"I heard that bit about your parents, this guy, Wilmer? He speaks kinda loud." Tord said, watching me pace. 

I stopped, running my hands through my hair. "Don't tell Edd and Matt, they shouldn't have to worry for me." Tord nodded and then smiled a little bit. 

 "Tommie." 

"What?" 

"What happened between you and your parents?" He asked.

 I froze. 

"I have a feeling it has to do with that day." 

Tord walked forward, coming so close he was almost touching me. I stepped back, looking up at him. 

"W-what day?" I asked, feeling like I was going to fall. 

Tord chuckled. "You don't remember? The day, I came to your house." 

My eyes widened again. 

I did remember, the day I almost died. I didn't think I would survive that night. 

I wouldn't have become a blank if I just went with Tord. 

Goddammit. I guess it was my fault after all. I really should have just kept my mouth closed. 

"So, Tommy?" Tord said, looking down at me. 

"So...what?" I asked. 

"I'm I right?"