-^back^-

-^rough night?^-

[trigger warning]
Self harm
Depression
Cutting
Suicide attempts

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[tom's pov]

Tom awoke to a loud thud from his annoying roommate's bedroom, along with the crash of thunder and streaks of lightning, shattering the calm and cool night sky's atmosphere.

The eyeless brit let out a muffled sigh, pressing his face into his checkered pillow, the warmth of his bed acting as a comfortable radiator.

He could tell precisely which of his 3 roommates were making noise at quarter past two in the morning, as he had the room next to that roommate.

That roommate's name was tord. Tord was a norwegian immigrant, who tom and his other 2 roommates knew virtually nothing about. He remembers meeting the 13 year old tord, running away from something when he collided into tom at an inhuman speed. At first; they were great freinds. But as highschool progressed, they grew gradually distant and less fond of eachother.

Unfortunately, this charade continued for years, eventually leading to them enemising eachother.

Tord Larsin was a communist, with strawberry-blonde hair that stuck up into 2 horns and pure silver eyes. The boy would constantly be wearing a red hoodie, black jeans, black converse; and had light freckles on his shoulders and across his nose. Tord had a gap in his teeth, and a gash across his cheek that he kept hidden by a white medical plaster. He had an obsession with guns and hentai, and often stayed in his room with the door locked when tom was drunk. Unfortunately, he had mild Anthropophobia, bieng the phobia of strangers, people and acceptance. Only tom, Edd and Matthew knew about this, meaning that they had to be careful when bringing tord out of the house. His pure silver eyes and thick norwegian accent often attracted unwanted attention, resulting in the occasional anxiety attack. Tord was a stuck up and rude person to tom; giving off a superior aura and seemingly never bieng afraid of anyone.

Tom on the other hand, was quite different. Thomas ridges was extremely claustrophobic, and had pitch black eyes, with bronde hair that stuck up into spikes. He almost always was wearing a royal blue hoodie, along with checkered shoes, black jeans, wristbands and a belt. Tom had 3 ear pierces on his left and right ears, and a tiny scar on his eyebrow from a particularly nasty fight with a certain communist. He was a musician, and owned a checkered bass that he named 'susan', along with an amplifier and multiple expensive music applications. He was actually a jehovah's witness, and tord used that as an offensive nickname.

Another of tom's roommates was a ginger haired giant named matthew hargos. Matt was the tallest of the group, and he had freckles scattering his face, across his nose and all across his body, from head to toe. He had icy blue eyes, and the brightest smile of the bunch, despite not bieng nearly as smart as his freinds, s pecifically tord. Matthew wore a purple hoodie with a green overcoat and denim jeans with white and black converse. Matt was extremely narsassasistic, and carried around a purple hand-held mirror with him.

Then there was edd. Edward gold. He owned the house that he and his freinds lived in, and he was the friendliest of the bunch, with a happy, caring attitude and innocent mind. Edd wore a green hoodie, along with olive coloured jeans, green and white converse and a coke can on a chain. He had a serious cola addiction, and was overly possessive of the fizzy beverage. Edward had chocolate brown hair and bright canopy-green eyes.

Thomas heard no noise from edd or matt's room, and his temper rose quickly; convinced that the communist was keeping him awake purposefully. He shifted around, trying to get into a comfortable position whilst bieng able to block out the frantic noises coming from the bathroom.

After about 3 minutes, tom growled and stood up, storming into the bathroom angrily.
"SHUT UP COM-"
What he saw was both shocking, and sad. Tom raised his hand up to his mouth in shock as he stood in the doorway, staring at tord, sitting on the bathroom floor, a razor in his hand.

There were crimson cuts scattered across the norwegian's arms, some scarred and old, some fresh and new. Tord looked up at tom in fear of his reaction. He had obviously already been crying, and tom could see the sadness on his face

"Oh my god tord- what are you doing?"

Tom whisper-shouted at tord, sitting on his knees and ovserving the cuts. They were deep, and tom almost gagged. He had ripped through muscle, tissue and skin, and you could see the slit in his vain.

Tord winced and continued to cry silently, staring at the wall. This was very new to thomas, and he had most definitely not expected TORD of ALL people; to be suicidal.

"I don't deserve to be here with you guys. You're so nice to me- I don't deserve you-"

Tord choked shakily through the tears as tom glued the cuts sealed and wrapped them up in bandages; before receiving a comforting hug from the boy that once was his freind.

"You did nothing wrong tord. Don't tell yourself that, it's a huge lie."

He reassured the shaky norwegian, before helping him up and walking him to his room.

"Get some sleep. We'll tell edd and matt about this tomorrow morning."

He stated, shutting the door on tord before the norsk could protest. He sighed with worry and opened the door to his room. Hopefully, his bed would still be warm.

Tom lay down and stared at the ceiling, dozing off thinking about what the past 45 minutes had revealed.