The lost one. Tord X reader.

Chapter seventeen

     // hello, it's the author here. I just wanted to say thanks for everyone who has supported me in making this! I have been here in Wattpad for a year now and honestly when I first joined I had no idea what I was doing.

     I wrote my first book which is called "I'm not a fighter Tom x Reader" and damn, it honestly sucked.

     But I still love that book because it helped me learn how to write properly. I still need to learn more and improve.

     I was never into reading or writing when I downloaded this app. Mainly why I downloaded it was because I just wanted to read dear star boy.... I cried not going to lie.

     I wanna thank you all who has supported me! I love the people who like what I write! Thank you all so much and have a good writing!// P.S that's not my art but I just love it!//

     //Y/n POV//

Days upon days had went by. I don't know exactly how many went by, I don't pay much attention to the calendar I was given. It just lays on the floor for days.

     Breakfast was given to me. By Red of course. There always would be eggs and bacon. Sometimes I think he only knows how to cook those certain things.

     I haven't seen Red in days. Sometimes I miss him, sometimes I cry because I felt alone.

     I would feel good every time I was brought food. Though, I would feel worse not eating most of it.

     The last time I've seen Red (which was several days ago) was when we had that small moment together. He hadn't come back since but I would receive good and sometimes little sticky notes on the side.

"Eat this because you appreciated my company." The latest note said, which was today.

So it's just me here, casually sitting in bed with nothing to do.

I still had the hoodie on. I felt the urge to always have it with me. Mostly because it had long sleeves.

The scalpel I hid in my slipper was in the bathroom. Used and stained.

My mind has a thing for wondering into dark things. Things that didn't even exist.

What if Red—

Wait, why do I care of what Red thinks about me?! He kidnapped me! He got me into this mess!

No, I can't blame it on him. He only wants power. Obvious from the start. I'm a hostage and soon I'll be at a cabin helping him clean. I'll probably do more then that. I'll probably cook for him and be chained to the leg of my bed to not escape.

Tears would randomly go down my face. Sometimes intentionally and sometimes accidental. Funny, huh?

Since no one was here. No one to hear me and to see me. I would cry and scream for a long time.

I'm worthless.

The amount of time I had everyday would be obviously twenty four hours. My routine was simple now. Wake up, eat little amount of food, shower, feel crappy, self harm, change my clothes, sit back in bed and think of every possible problem in my life.

I'll take the scalpel and place it on the very top of my vain, thinking of every reason why I should go.

And I'll think about Red.

Shouldn't I be thinking about Patryck? Since he's always nice to me?

I assume it's about around the afternoon. I hadn't got my lunch yet and that would be around 1pm in the afternoon.