Tom woke up later that day, still curled in Matt's bed. He looked around, slightly confused, before everything slowly came back to him. His wrists still burned, and he pulled up his sleeves to look at the scars. He sighed, his breath momentarily cooling his wrists. They had already mostly scabbed over, but some parts still let out small amounts of blood. His hoodie sleeve was stiff, and he could see blood stains over the dark blue. "Damnit..." He growled to himself. He heard the door click, and quickly pulled his sleeves back down. His 'eyes' met the emerald green of Matt's, who smiled gently.

"Feeling better?" He asked. For a narcissist, he was being oddly nice. Tom gave a little nod, breaking eye contact. "You wanna tell me what happened?" Matt asked gently, sitting down on the bed. Tom shook his head, standing up. Matt gave him a curious and concerned look. "I'm heading back downstairs." Tom says simply, his voice oddly quiet.

"Tord and Edd are back." Matt says, a slight warning tone in his voice. Tom nods, shrugging off the overpowering feeling that grabbed at his heart and throat. He walked out the door, closing it behind him before walking down the stairs. Tom heard Tord shout something, and Ringo came bounding up the stairs with a hiss. He chuckled, reaching down to pick her up.

"Tord being an ass to you, too?" He asked, stroking her chin gently. She purred softly, her tail swaying gently, brushing up against Tom's arm. He smiles, walking down the stairs. He aims for the kitchen, and sees Tord and Edd out of the corner of his 'eye' sitting on the couch, laughing at some comedian. He growls under his breath, transferring Ringo to hold in one arm so he could open the fridge. He pulls out a Smirnoff as usual, sitting it on the table and closing the fridge.

He looks over and makes eye contact with Tord. Ringo hisses as Tord stands up and walks towards Tom and Ringo. She claws into Tom’s arms as the red-hooded commie nears, and Tom releases her, feeling the blood begin to seep out of the cuts. He let out a small gasp of pain as the cat scratches overlined his own marks, and closed his fingers around his own wrist. He looked up to see Tord standing over him with a smirk. “Hey, Tom. What’d you do there?” He pointed to Tom’s red-stained hoodie. “Cat get you?” He gave a little chuckle. Tom glared at him, attempting to walk away. Tord watched him walk off, still smirking. Tom picked up his Smirnoff and began to exit the kitchen, heading towards his room, when Tord grabbed his hood, momentarily strangling him.

“Hey Edd, Tom said he’s gonna watch the movie with us!” Tord said cheerfully. “Oh, great!” Edd smiled at Tom, who glared at Tord. Tord smirked before sitting down next to Edd. “I, uh…” Tom muttered, then sighed, sitting on the opposite side of Tord.

~~Chapter 3~~

About midway through the movie, Tom started to drift off. He was exhausted, but didn't quite know why. Maybe today just wasn't his day. Maybe it was all the crying. He didn't know, and he was too tired to try and figure it out. He drifted in and out of consciousness, trying hard to stay awake. But soon enough, sleep overpowered him and Tom fell asleep. Tord looked over at Tom, chuckling softly before turning to Edd. Already asleep, Tord thought to himself. "I'm gonna take him back upstairs." He muttered. Edd nodded, turning back to the movie.

Tord stood , leaning over and picking Tom up gently so as to not wake him. He smiled a little as Tom mumbled in his sleep. Tord carefully walked up the stairs, turning sideways every now and then to prevent Tom's head from hitting anything. Ringo ran down the hall, presumably coming from Matt's room, and ran to Tord. As she saw Tom and Tord, her fur bristled slightly, before she realized Tord was being nice. Sort of. She rubbed up against his legs, nearly making him trip.

"No, Ringo, quit!" He hissed, but his voice seemed happy and light, and there was a smile on his face. Ringo purred questioningly before running downstairs to see Edd. Tord chuckled, lifting his hand and opening Tom's door, walking directly to the bed and setting him down. Tom mumbled again, turning over. "Stupid Jehovah..." Tord said quietly, smiling. He began to walk away when he noticed the rest of Tom's room. Glass littered the ground, and on the opposite side of the room, there was a knife sticking out of the wall. Tord walked over to a broken picture frame and noticed that the picture was missing.

Where is it? He wondered. He began to look around, and noticed a folded piece of paper sitting on the bed. He picked it up. "Second grade." He muttered. He put the picture in his pocket before walking back over to the destruction. He pulled the pocketknife out of the wall, examining it. Droplets of red glittered on the knife's edge, and some clung to the wall where the knife had been moments ago.

The realization hit Tord like a bullet. "No..." He whispered. He looked around the room again. Beside the door, bloodstains littered the floor. The picture frame even had blood on it. It was all making sense now. Tom didn't want to be around them, in fear of them finding out. Tom was drinking again. Tom's hoodie. The blood. And it was all his fault. It was all coming together. "They all hate you, Thomas." "He wishes you were dead. Matt does too."

This was his fault. Tord muttered to himself, cursing in Norwegian. "This is all my fault... I'm such an idiot!" He growled quietly, running his hands through his hair. He turned to look at where Tom was sleeping, only to come eye to eye with Tom. Shit.

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A'ight, chapter one is here. It's a bit longer though.

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