Nowhere To Run... (Tord X Reader)

Sobs

Warning! Self harm and bad thoughts ahead! Read at your own risk!

Over the next few weeks, you started growing distant towards everyone. You were very distant with Tord. You decided to listen to Tom's warnings, and stay away from him. He was dangerous, and you didnt want to get hurt anymore.

With all this anxiety building up, so did some depression. You would lock yourself in your room, and whither away in your sorrows, cry, have bad thoughts, or continue writing your poetry.

I'm what you feel
Before you die
And I'm what you hear
When you are told that lie
That one lie that shows me
That one most often spoken
The one that proves
They are truly broken

"I'm fine."

All you hear is a lie
But I hear pain
Pain from the heart
Pain from the mind
That hurtful pain
You need to dig deep to find
Soul never at peace
Tears falling fast
But the mask covers up
So emptiness is shown last

Cover up the hurt
Cover up the pain
Somebody get some help
I'm going insane
The demons inside of me
Won't stop repeating
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
My heart is covered
By the storm and rain
I'm slowly falling, going insane
All because of this deep pain

                                                     ~Y/N L/N~
You put down your pencil, and folded the piece of paper you had just written on. You put it in your pocket, and looked around your room. It was dark. You didnt turn the lights on a lot, and the only light came from the blinds that let Ray's of sun flow through.

"Y/N! Can you come down a sec?" You hear Edd call. Sighing, you sat up, and opened your door. You saw Edd, Matt, and Tom at the bottom of the stairs, all by the door.

"Yes Edd?" You ask.

"The guys and I are gonna go to the store. Wanna come?" Edd asked.

"No-No thanks. I'll just...stay home. Is that okay?" You ask, cursing yourself for stuttering.

"Oh, okay! Sure!"

Edd and Matt left, but Tom walked over to you, puttingbhis hands on your shoulders.

"Tord isnt coming." He warned. "Remember what I've told you. Understand?"

You nodded your head. "Good." Then he left.

Immediately, you ran back upstairs, and shut your door. You ran to your bed, and screamed into your pillow. You just had to let all your emotions out. You were so confused right now.

Looking over at your desk, you saw the razor blade.

You walked over, and picked it up.

You pressed it against your arm, and took a deep breath.

Tords P.O.V.

I have noticed that since Y/N was released from the hospital, she has been acting quite strange. Like, she seems so distant from everyone. She doesnt speak as much, and I never see her leave her room. When was the last time she even ate?

Of course, for some stupid reason, I was concerned. I never understood it. Why do I feel so protective of this girl? I dont care about her! Right?

Anyway, I decided to see what her problem was. On my way to her room, I stepped on something. Looking down, it was a folded piece of paper.

I picked it up, and unfolded it. It was a poem?

Reading through it, I noticed how deep it was. Who ever wrote it was seriously going through some deep s***.

I then looked it over again. I saw a signature at the bottom.

Y/N L/N?

Uh oh...

Wait!

The other night, I went to bed after Edd and Matt. That left Tom and Y/N alone. The day after, she started acting strange.

Did he say something to her?

That bloody Jehovah's witness!

I tan to her room, and knocked on the door. No answer. "Y/N, open up this door right now, or so help me, I will break it down!" I yelled. Still no answer. Was she even in there?

I pressed my ear against the door. I heard something. Crying? No, it was full on sobbing.

I dont know why, but I was more desperate than ever to get into that room. I kicked down the door, and saw Y/N there, with her arm behind her back.

Y/N P.O.V.

I was crying because of the pain. The blood that dripped from my arms was disgusting. But I kept doing it. I cried because I was so confused. I never knew what to do. I needed help, but no one to help me.

Suddenly, I heard banging on my door. "Y/N, open up this door right now, or do help me, I will break it down!" It was Tords accent. I was told to stay away from him.

His screaming scared me, so I started sobbing. I was hurt, mentally and physically, and now I was scared. I pulled my F/C hoodie sleeve down to hide my arm, and put my hood up. My door then was kicked down, and I had to hide the blade behind me.

"Y/N, what the (naughty word) is going on in here?!" Tord demanded to know. You just stood up, arm still behind your back. "What's behind your back?" He asked.

"N-Nothing!" You said hurriedly, and in a panicked voice. Tord then tackled you, and tried to grab whatever it was. You tried to fight back, but you were weak from crying, and your arm hurt a lot.

He eventually pulled out the blade from your hand, and saw it was stained with blood. "Y/N, what the h*ll is this?!" He yelled at you. You didnt know what to say, and just pushed him off of you, and put of the way, so you could run to the bathroom.

Tord tried catching up to you, but you had beaten him, and had locked the door. Tord just sighed, and went back to your room.

It was a mess. Papers scattered everywhere. He picked some up, and examined them. More and more depressing thoughts written down on paper. All poems.

He looked at the blade he had taken from you, and saw the blood. It was fresh. He didnt know why, but the thought of you cutting yourself made him cry. He placed his back against the wall, and slid down, putting his head in his knees and sobbed.

A few minutes later, he sat his head up. He knew, just knew, that Tom had said something to you that night. Something to make you do this to yourself.

"I will make you pay, Tom. Just you wait..."