~Toms POV~
What am I? That's what I keep asking myself... I'd look at myself in the mirror and wonder if it'll heal... the fire... the flames... my face, god now I sound like Matt now. Why am I talking to myself like a maniac? It's like I'm breaking the forth wall... Oh yeah I'm stupid... well Tord calls me that when he's bored. But I don't care... I'll agree with him and walk away.
Anyways I couldn't escape from them those flames from the bar and the bar itself...now it's burnt down, closed nothing like me. I feel like shit,I feel like my hearts a ghost town that no one would enter. I don't even remember the last time I ate. Maybe two months ago or so? Doesn't matter no more... I'll just stay here in my room lonely, just lonely sitting here drinking my Smirnoff... that's what keeps me awake my Smirnoff I can't think straight any more I don't play my bass Susan anymore, but at least if I needed something I will just slip a letter under my door, not talk, not knowing what to say or do and I don't know who would pick it up and the person that would have found the letter reply back with the thing I needed.
Sleep... ah sleep. There are many ways you can feel tired for sleepiness. Working hard at a bar, waking up late, staying up late for example a party at your friends house there are many ways. But for me sleep doesn't exist any more... never will....
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Forgotten Hope (An original Tomedd
FanfictionThis Tomedd story is a work in progress but here's all I got so far. : Tom has gotten in a bar accident and now has deep depression. Tord, Matt and Edd always try to help him but it seems to not work. Tom always felt like there was a connection bet...
