Night Terrors -(TordTom)

Unwanted Scars

We opened the door to see Matt awkwardly standing there, wide eyed and silent.

"Y-you kill cereal?"

We all sighed in relief. "Yea, Matt. I do."

"From now on I'm hiding my cereal." He ran downstairs. Not even a minute later I hear cabinets opening and the sound of objects being moved.

Then silence.

"Edd! Should I leave the Cheerios?"

He chuckled and snuck downstairs and into the kitchen after Matt.

"I'll be down in a couple minutes. There's something I need to do."

Tom nodded and started heading downstairs.

I snuck to my room and grabbed a tiny box in my drawer containing a razor sharp enough to cut through just about anything and headed to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I took a deep breath. This was gonna hurt, but it will finalize my plan to quit as the Red Leader for good.

But first, its time.

Yep you guessed it.

I'm finna break the fourth wall for a sec.

You're probably wondering: Oh this is just like any other tomtord/Tordtom fanfic where I'm depressed as fuck and decide to cut and attempt suicide a couple times.

Well, you're wrong!

You've met my father... Yea. Remember when he showed me his scar? Well I'll leave the rest to you.

Back to the story...

I rolled up my sleeve and put the razor to my forearm, where I had been branded with the Red Army sign creating a scar, digging it into my skin.

I groaned in pain. Loudly.

"Come. On. Almost. There."

I kept dragging the blade, that was deep in my skin, in a 90° angle.

I carved a good chunk out of my arm before pulling the razor out and leaning over the sink with my arm to prevent a bigger mess.

Blood was now pouring out of my newly carved wound at a faster pace than my heart was pumping it.

I started to get dizzy, but I didn't care. I was finally happy. I was finally free from the clutches of that army. Nobody could accuse me of being a part of the army.

I then realized I forgot to lock the door.

I could hear movement outside of the bathroom before I lunged at the door, trying to lock it before anybody could come inside.

Edd opened the door at the last second, making me double back.

"Tord, are you okay? What was that noise-"

He paused as he looked around the bathroom in shock.

Tom came running in behind him. "OH MY GOD TORD WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"Tom, I-"

"Tord, we said you could come talk to us anytime, why did you start cutting?" Edd asked me, sounding heartbroken.

I stood up, wobbling to keep my balance. "Listen, guys. When I was taken into that hellhole of an army we were branded like cattle. There's no other way to remove that scar other than to carve it out, so that's what I did."

They both stared at me and sighed. "Well you could've just asked me for help." Tom said.

"Well I'm not suicidal." I assured them.

"I got this, Edd. Go back down and make sure Matt doesn't come upstairs. He faints at the sight of blood."

He nodded and walked out.

Tom knelt down and looked at my arm. "You didn't need to go that deep." He started cleaning my wound.

"Well how do I know? I'm no fucking doctor!"

He just smiled. "I'll have to sew this up."

"That's what I thought. Needle and thread's in the top drawer." I pointed to the bathroom counter.

He started patching me up. "So why did you do this?"

I didn't want to lead them to you guys too."