Hospitalized (TordTom Fanfic)

~More Blood~

This chapter contains somewhat triggering content, including blood, murder, and a description of a very bloddy death. It also includes some mental disorders that might be triggering. Read with caution, or not at all.

///Tord's POV///

My back was against a wall, my hands hanging at my sides.

Tom stared down at me, his hands covered in blood.

I was bleeding, my stomach feeling hot and wet. Tom had stabbed me.

I kept looking pathetically up at him. My eyes felt tired and weak and they slowly closed.

Not before I did, Tom dropped the knife, got on his knees and kissed me.

I could feel tears pouring down his cheeks and I wanted to reach up to wipe them away. Only to find I couldn't.

My wrists were even harder to move than before, but not by much. Cold circles of material were wrapped around my hands.

The comfort of Tom's touch was gone and replaced by the screams of horrible voices.

"Monster!" They cried.

"Killer!"

"Murder!"

I felt pain burn through my head, my chest, my back, my eyes. It felt like someone was pushing a snakes fangs through my skin.

Right when I thought the pain couldn't get worse, someone started dragging the fangs through my skin. Ripping it open like paper as it went.

I wanted to scream, but my mouth was sewed closed.

So, instead I woke up screaming into my pillow.

I panted, feeling the sweat drip down my forehead.

I clutched my pillow in my arms, remembering how Tom had stabbed me.

I pulled my pillow closer and tried to pretend that it was Tom, and that yesterday didn't happen.

But it did happen. I had to accept that.

Tom was no longer mine.

I shook my head, sitting up, placing my pillow down.

When I glanced outside, it was still a little dark, but there were noises.

It sounded like screaming. It seemed to be coming from under my floor.

My eyebrow crinkled in confusion and I strained my ears to hear more.

Nothing. The screaming was gone as quick as it came. It seemed to have been smothered out like a wet cloth with a fire.

I put my ear to the floor to see if I could hear anything else, but there was still nothing.

I sat up, running the back of my head. Was I going crazy?

Nope, that happened awhile ago.

"I need to get my ears checked..." I mumbled, going back to bed.

I stared at the ceiling for a moment, the black roof loaming above me.

Like a starless night. Like Tom's eyes.

I smiled slightly, before drifting back to sleep.

I woke the next moring to the sound of my phone ringing.

I rubbed my eyes, picking up my phone. The call was from Edd and I knew it probably wasn't good.

I answered, holding my phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, my voice hoarse. "What happened now?"

"Another murder," Edd said and I almost dropped my phone.

"W-what who?" I asked, my heart pounded. If it wasn't me who killed someone, who was it? Who was the another murder?

"A girl named Lavander Price."

My stomach dropped again, and I felt like throwing up. "I'll be there soon," I said hanging up the phone.

This was bad. Really, really bad.

If I didn't kill her, who did? And why?

I practically ran put of my apartment, after throwing on my hoodie and jeans.

I ran down the stairs stopping short when I saw the crowd. With Lavender's body in the center.

She had been mangled, her finger nails broken off from whatever she was trying to defend herself from.

Her mouth was filled with blood and her tongue looked to be pulled out of her mouth. Then, she looked to be strangled with it.

She was straggled with her own tongue.

Lavander's stomach was ripped open, and I noticed some of her vital organs were missing. The one thing that made my stomach turn a little, was that her heart was still beating.

Her eyes wide open, pale with shock.

This murder had been more gruesome than any I had committed.

And...

I liked it.

It was a beatufuil murder the perpetrator was merciless. How they lashed out with such hatred, such anger.

To the rest of the ressendets of this apartment, this had been nothing but a horrible crime.

But to me, it was a work of art. Flawlessly done, the artist skilled in their craft and acting with precision.

It was perfect.

I blinked and suddenly I was back in reality. The sounds of the crowds gasps and sobs entering my ears once more.

I glanced around the crowd, looking for Tom, Edd, or Matt. I was able to see Edd and Matt, but I didn't see Tom anywhere.

Matt turned his head and saw me, instantly waving me over. I walked over, my heart still feeling heavy from Tom not being there.

When I finally pushed through the crowd and made it over to them, Edd looked at me, clearly sad.

"This has to be the worse one..." He said, his voice sad. "Poor girl..."

Matt nodded, his eyes sad as he and Edd pulled eachother closer.

I glanced around again, feeling sad for not being able to see Tom.

"Wheres Tom?" I asked, looking at Matr and Edd. "Is he okay."

Matt shook his head, "No," he replied, his head on Edd's shoulder. "Tom stayed at his apartment, he seems more numb than usual."

"That's..."

All my fault. I wanted to say, it's all my stupid fault!

"Not good," I said instead, "Not good at all."

The police pushed passed the crowd as Lavander's broken body was taken away.

The crowd slowly broke apart, but not without cries and shouts of curses.

The crowds were getting smaller and smaller as people got used to this, or moved away.

There had been five murders in total.

Lavander, Emma, Micheal, and Tom's two neighbors.

And now that I wasn't the only killer...who else was robbing lives?

I had a idea and I knew just who to talk to.