day 2 -part 1-

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Edd P.O.V
Im nervous, no ones seem to notice but... Tord didn't come down for breakfast... Its 9:00 and no sign of him...
"H-hey tom?"
"What do you want idiot?"
"Have you seen tord?"
"Not since last night, why?"
"He didn't come down..."
"...."
"Tom?"
"Come on"
He stood up and grabbed Matt by the arm and dragged him out of the apartment, i followed him quietly.
We got to Tords apartment
"Tord? Open the damn door!"
Tom yelled.
Silence.
"Tord! Open the fucking door!"
The door creaked open
"What"
Tords tired voice came from the other side of the slightly cracked open door
"Tord you missed breakfast"
I said quietly
"Oh. Sorry.... Must have slept in."
He said blankly.
I wonder if he's ok...

Tords pov

Worried voice: t-tord! You can't keep lying to them!

Anger: HES FUCKING UPSET CANT THEY JUST FUCKING LEAVE HIM ALONE FOR ONCE?!

suicidal voice: they just came to see if you Actully tried to kill yourself. Their probably so disappointed that you haven't. And its good you missed breakfast! You already eat to much

i was staring off. Listening to the voices.
"Hey, earth to tord"
I snapped out of it hearing Matt
"Hm?"
"Come out"
"Why?"
"Becuase we want to see you"
Tom was about to say something but matt slapped him hand over his mouth.
"Come on"
"Now?"
"Yes. Now"

Worried voice: shit. Shit. Shit. HE KNOWS

anger: FUCK

suicidal: well shit we're doomed.

Depression: im trying to fucking sleep what is happening?

Worried: MATT KNOWS

depression:..... C R A P.

Suicidal: TORD THINK FAST.

"Uh... I haven't had time to fix my hair, give me a second"
I started to close the door but matt stopped me

" im sure its not that bad"
One of you would really be a big help here!

Anger: on it.

"Fine"
As i opened the door a red light started shining, blowing wind it closed the door shut.

Anger: N o T t O dA Yy B I T C H

Then the red light disappeared. It gave me just enough time to fix my hair good enough to make it look like i just woke up.

Thanks bro

Anger: no problem dude

Deppression: thank god

Suicidal: i know your trash. But they can't know that yet

Worried: what if-

Hope: heeeelllloooooooo everyone!

Suicidal:...... Who let the bitch out.

Protectiveness: EXCUSE ME YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASSWHOLE, WHO THE FUCK U BE CALLIN A BITCH?

suicidal:... Bitch? Pft. W-why would I say that?

Protectiveness: mmhmm that's what i thought

I sighed. Welp. Long horrible day number 2.

Yaaaaay

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