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A/n:
Yo, this chapter has a song in it. I'll type when the song starts.
(Edd's POV) (Oh wow it's been a while)
All of us were sitting on Tom's couch while watching some horror movie. It was...really gorey to say the least. I'm surprised this is the one Tom chose. Usually he hates horror movies. This time, he seems to overly enjoy it. Especially the really gorey scenes. It's kinda creepy. No, it's really creepy.
There was a part where the characters were eating some pineapple for some reason, and Tom kinda...zoned out? I could tell from his 'eyes', that he was blanking. Tord notices as well. He looked like he was...scared. Tord is scared? Of Tom. Suddenly, Tom just falls limp and doesn't move.
Oh no.
"Tom?" I asked, trying to get him up.
"What's wrong with Tim?" Matt asked as well. Tord freezes up and starts to shake Tom vigorously.
"Tord! What are you doing?" I exclaimed.
"He can't- no please- wake up!" Tord mumbled in a panic. I pause the movie and move over to Tord. I pull him off of Tom as Tom opens his eyes again.
"Ah, shit," Tom said, now noticing all of us. Tord sighs in relief. Tom rubs his finger along the ridge of his eye holes. Or sockets. Eye holes sound better.
"Tom, are you okay?" I asked him cautiously.
"Y-yeah," he stuttered. "Kov, shut up," he whispered under his breath. I assume he didn't want anyone hearing, but I heard it very clearly.
"Kov?" I asked him. He jumps, looking at me with white eyes.
"How do you know...?" He trails off. "No, no...he's gonna—"
"Tom, do you want to go to your room?" Tord asked worriedly, cutting him off. Tom merely nods and gets up with shaky legs. He quickly walks away, shutting the his door with a slight slam. Huh. Well that was weird.
(Tom's POV)
They know. Edd knows. Kov's going to hurt Edd. I lean against my door, sliding down. I bury my head in my hands, black tears slipping out without me noticing. My breath hitches. Where's my knife? I want to feel something other than sadness. Anything other than helplessness and fear.
I lock my door quickly and speed walk over to my drawer. I pull it open and snatch the pocket knife I neglected to clean. It still has dried blood on it.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
Blood drips onto my carpeted floor, soaking into the fibers. The wounds are as good as gone once I finished. I sigh and toss the knife aside. I've emptied myself of the sadness. Right? Yes. I left my friends in a panic. I ruined the night. They probably left already.
"Hey, leave the depressing thoughts to me," Kov whined in mock offense. I sigh.
"What, can't I have my own insults every once in a while?"
"Yes, but you're off schedule," Kov replied sarcastically. "Why not play something on your stupid bass to let some steam off?"
"hOW DARE YOU! Susan is not stupid, she is a beauty," I retort.
"Yeah, yeah whatever,"
I get up and grab my precious, checkered Susan.
"Any requests?" I asked Kov.
"Just one, host. 'Feelings are Fatal'," Kov replied. I take a breath and start to play what would usually be on the ukulele, instead on the bass.
Song starts here
"I'm happy for you.
I'm smiling for you.
I'd do anything
For you, for you," I start thinking about Tord and everyone else.
"It's always for you,
And never for me.
I need it to stop.
So let me tell you, please," More tears start to well up.
"I'm always sad,
And I'm always lonely,
But I can't tell you
That I'm breaking slowly," My voice surprisingly doesn't crack from the tears over-flowing.
"Closed doors.
Locked in, no keys.
Keeping my feelings hidden.
There is no ease,"
"I need it to stop,
And I want to be able.
To open up but,
My feelings are fatal,"
"My feelings are fatal," My singing starts to quiet down.
"How many times,
Must I keep it inside?
I need to let go,
And I swear that I've tried,"
"But opening up
Means trusting others.
And that's just too much.
I don't want to bother,"
"So I'll keep it inside,
And bury it deep.
I know it's not healthy,
But you won't hear a peep," I hear small shuffling from beyond my door, but I ignore it.
"Though I'm always sad.
And I'm always lonely.
I could never tell you
That I'm breaking slowly,"
"Closed doors.
Locked in, no keys.
Keeping my feelings hidden.
There is no ease,"
"I need it to stop,
And I want to be able
To open up but,
My feelings are fatal,"
"My feelings are fatal,"
"My feelings are fatal," I finish off with a sigh and a small sob slipping through my lips.
I look down. Small stains are on the carpet from my tears. I didn't even notice how much I was crying. Oops.
(Tord's POV)
I listened to his beautiful singing with Edd and Matt alongside me. What a sad song. Edd and I glance at each other, wondering why Tom was singing this. Matt decides to knock on the door.
"Tom? That was wonderful singing," Matt complimented, actually getting his name right. I hear a small yelp and a muffled thud indicating Tom fell over in surprise.
"Matt? Were you listening the whole time?" He said with embarrassment through the door.
"Maybe?" Matt replied with confusion. "Oh! Edd and Tord are here too,"
Tom mumbles something to himself.
"I thought you guys left?" He asked.
"No, why would you think that?" Edd responded with another question.
"...didn't I ruin our movie night?" He asked quietly, but not quiet enough for us to not hear.
"What are you talking about? We were worried about you," Edd answered.
"If I may ask, why such a sad song Thomas?" I asked.
"...it was a request," he replied. "I just figured I would do it now,"
"...do you wanna finish the movie?" Edd questioned.
"No, I'm going to sleep," Tom replied.
"Okay, good night then,"
"Good night,"
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