death hotline (tomtord)

i love you so

a/n
if you havent heard of the song breezeblocks that was mentioned in an earlier chapter and parts of this chapter you can listen to it up above ^

"try not to trip on anything." tom noted, helping tord stand up.

tom walked over to his desk and turned on a dim lamp, giving off eerie vibes.

tord scanned the room. he had tripped over a gun, the one he presumed was the one that tom threw during their first call. he picked it up and displayed it to tom.

"im gonna put all your weapons in a box and seal it." tord informed, looking around the room for any more weapons.

"that would be nice." tom thanked while helping tord find harmful items.

there was,

two small handguns anyone could get off the black market and three switch blade knives that he found at a pawn shopfor a reasonable price. one of the switchblades were stained with blood. it was a dark, shiny red that gleamed when turned to the lamps light.

tord held the bloody knife up to toms face.

"no. not good. stop." tord ordered, waving the knife in toms face. tom sighed,

"its the temptations."

tord found a cardboard box, suitiable enough to hold five harmful objects. he opened it and dropped everything in it.

"tape?" tord asked. tom handed him a roll of. almost running out packing tape. taping the box shut, tord shoved it into a corner where hopefully tom would not find it again.

"thats done." tom noted, stating the obvious. captain obvious, he sure was. one of the things he always said was

"no one loves me."

"what now..?" tord asked.

"lets listen to breezeblocks!" tom cheered and then sat on his bed. tord sat next to him.

"sure!"

you do not have to read the next part it is song lyrics

she may contain the urge to run away

but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
citrezene your fever's gripped me again
never kisses all you ever send are fullstops, la la la la

do you know where the wilds things go
they go along to take your honey, la la la la
break down now weep build up breakfast now
let's eat my love my love love love, la la la la

muscle to muscle and toe to toe
the fear has gripped me but here i go
my heart sinks as i jump up
your hand grips hand as my eyes shut
ahhh ahhh ahhh ah ah, ahhh ahhh ahhh ah ah

do you know where the wild things go
they go along to take your honey, la la la la
break down let's sleep build up breakfast now
let's eat my love my love love love, la la la la

she bruises coughs she splutters pistol shots
but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
she's morphine queen of my vaccine my love my love love love, la la la la

muscle to muscle and toe to toe
the fear has gripped me but here i go
my heart sinks as i jump up
your hand grips hand as my eyes shut
and ahhh ahhh ahhh ah ah, ahhh ahhh ahhh ah ah
ahhh ahhh ahhh ah ah, ahhh ahhh ahhh ah ah

she may contain the urge to run away
but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
germaline disinfect the scene my love my love love love
but please don't go i love you so my lovely
please don't go, please don't go, i love you so, i love you so
please don't go, please don't go, i love you so, i love you so
please break my heart, hey

please don't go, please don't go, i love you so, i love you so
please don't go, please don't go, i love you so, i love you so
please break my heart, ah ha

please don't go, ill eat you whole
i love you so, i love you, so i love you so
please don't go i eat you whole
i love you so, i love you so, i love you so, i love you so

until toms phone died.

"aw crap." tom sulked, drowsily picking up the phone.

tord checked the time on his phone.

"well, duty is calling my name. i have work in a couple hours." tord said, getting up off the bed.

"oh. you know where the exit is, right?" tom asked.

"yeah," tord said before leaving.

"call me!" he yelled before the door shut.

tom was happy that someone actually talked to him.

that someone actually wanted to talk to him. someone wanted to visit him.

someone cared about all of the scars on his wrist.

someone cared that there were bloody knives and handguns on the floor.

someone cared about how he felt.

he
was
happy
that

someone cared.