Hospitalized (TordTom Fanfic)

~Chalk~

///Tom's POV///

It was night time and I was trying to sleep. I rolled over in my bed, looking out the window. It was on the furthest side of the room from me.

I had always made sure to close it, so I wasn't tempted to do anything I'd regret.

Since the murder of my parents, there had been more deaths. Two of the most recent ones were the ones next door to me.

First was the apartment on my left then the one on my right. Police would always come, but they were always too late. The killer got away every time.

I sat up, pushing my blankets back slightly, I got up from my bed.

I couldn't sleep here, today I might be the victim.

I also just didn't want to be alone.

I picked up a pair of flip flops, holding them in one hand as I walked to my door of the apartment.

I slipped the flip flops on, before closing my apartment door behide me. I know it was foolish, I should have probably stayed inside, but I didn't want to be alone.

I really, really, didn't want to be alone

I held my shoulders tightly as the cold night air made me shiver. It was cold today, colder than usual. Maybe I was just imagining it.

I climbed up two flights of stairs, turning the corner. I looked up and squinted at the number on it.

I think it was the right one...

I raised my hand to knock, praying to god that it wasn't a random person I would be waking up at 11:00.

I knocked, the sound seeming to echo into the rest of the apartment.

I kept my hand raised but didn't knock a secound time.

I heard grumbling, then through the window, lights turned on.

The door locked clicked, then turned, then the door was open.

Tord rubber his eyes yawning. "Hey," He said not knowing it was me, "What can I do for you?"

I couldn't help but smile slightly, "I'm looking for a murder, have you seen them?" I said, jokingly.

Tord slowly opened his eyes, before smiling thirdly, "Tom, what are you doing here?"

I shivered slightly, "Can I come inside it's cold out here." I said, still smiling.

Tord nodded and stepped to the side, letting me in. "What are you doing here anyway? You haven't come to murder me, have you?" He said, watching me sit on the couch.

"Nope," I replied, "I'm just here to steal your couch."

I could practically hear Tord smirk.

"You've come to steal my couch?" He said, walking over, he sat down next to me. He looked at me, an arm resting on his leg.

I nodded, "Both of my neighbors have been murdered, I don't want to be next." It scared me, it really did.

People would have started moving out but, our contracts say we have to stay for at least two years.

Tord yawned again, "Tom, I don't think they would kill you...but I see way your worried."

I looked down at my pajama shorts.

"You can spend the night here, not like you were asking though." Tord said, chuckling.

I smiled. "Thanks, Tord-"