Hospitalized (TordTom Fanfic)

~Harming his soul~

WARNING: CONTAINS SELF HARM, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, ADUSE, AND ABANDONMENT!!! THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCE MEMBERS, IF SO, DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER!!! I WILL PUT BASIC INFO IN THE NEXT CHAPTER EXPLAINING WHAT HAPPENED!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

///Tom's POV///

My mother screamed downstairs. 

"THAT THING IS A DISEASE, IT GAVE US THIS DANM DISEASE!!!

"THAT "THING" IS OUR SON!!!" My dad yelled back. 

"I HATE HIM!!!" She yelled. 

Those words swirled in my head, infecting my soul, affecting the way I act. I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom, my arms hanging down like they weighed thirty pounds. My head drooped lazily to the side, my neck too tired to hold it up. The room was dark, the light off, and the moon streaming in.

My sleeve was rolled up, dried blood plastering my arms. My legs were covered with blood too, the knife laying to my side. 

I turned my head to stare out my window, the curtains flying passed. Using my knees to help myself, I stand up. I picked up the knife, letting my sleeves slip down and cover my arms, my pants doing the same. 

I look out the window, down at the ground. It wasn't that far. If I were to jump, I wouldn't die. 

"Perfect," I say to myself, lifting myself out the window. 

I jump off the railing, closing my eyes, the wind blowing passed. 

I closed my eyes as the ground caught me. 

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"HE WASTED MONEY!!! THE BITCH!!!" Mom yelled again. 

No, not mom. 

Emma.  She's Emma. My mom would never do this to me. I know this for sure. 

I was lying on my bed, my leg in a cast. I stared simply out the window. The curtains didn't blow by as they did on that night. 

Helping myself up again, I limp over the window, Staring out again. 

When I got to the hospital, my bone had poked out of my skin, letting blood pour down my leg. I didn't cry, I didn't shout. I just waited. 

The day was dry, the wind from the night before had disappeared. I got up on the ledge again and jumped. 

I was determined to make myself suffer as much as possible. I'm so pathetic, so weak. 

My eyes were an interesting thing about me. Eyes like the ocean. The only things I liked about me. The only thing Emma liked about me. 

Like last time, I expected the ground to catch me once again. 

Something else did. 

"Tom? What were you doing?" The grey-eyed bastard stared down at me, holding me in his arms. 

I stared up in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I asked, scared for the answer. 

Tord chuckled and smiled down at me. "I decided to walk around to find people that just happened to be jumping out of their windows. " I blushed, embarrassed. 

"Whatever," I say, climbing out of his arms. "But, seriously, what are you doing here?" 

"Oh, Edd and Matt asked me to check on you, they said they were worried." He said, rubbing his head. 

"They care about you, you know." He added. 

I turned my back to him, "Yeah, right, well, I'm fine. You can go."