Ch. 14

[No POV]
The group still lived together, but since the last day, things has gotten more tense. Everyone seemed to go their separate way, and they wouldn't talk to each other often.


Tord was sitting alone in his room, curled into a ball on his bed. He was thinking about what Tom had said to him the past day, and overall, the words. The words he heard all the time in his head. Just when Tord thought he was done feeling so bad all the time, and Tom came to mess it up. Tord slowly got up from his bed and walked to his desk. There were no disposable razors, probably from Edd clearing his room of items Tord could use to hurt himself.
Hurting yourself does almost nothing. When you're depressed, you can barely feel anything. Cutting is just another way to lash out at yourself for being so much of a disappointment, but it soon ends in pain and regret over the actions.
There was nothing in his room that he could use. There were no razors, scissors, or needles. Tord started panicking because cutting was the only way he could calm himself down. The feeling of the sharp pain coursing through his arm when he did it became an addiction; like some kind of drug he used to keep himself stable and functioning. Having no way to lash out at himself, he sat on his bed and started crying, holding his head and digging into his hands with his nails. The feeling of pain made him feel whole. It makes a lot of people feel that way. Tord started laughing uncontrollably to himself, his hands ripping through his skin as he sat in a puddle of his own blood.
And then the last feeling hit. Regret.


Tom was also in his room, playing his guitar to the tune of "Seven years". At the point, he hated Tord with all of his guts. Who knew all he needed for that to happen was one small comment from the Norwegian boy. He felt like he helped as much as he could, but Tord was too caught up in his own drama to see that he was.
Later he would see otherwise.


Edd was reading a book called "One for sorrow". He felt accomplished for being able to help Tord, and because they were closer than any other person in the group. He hadn't always felt this way toward the Norwegian, but he had never hated him. On the day Tord betrayed them, he knew there had to be a cause. Edd knew Tord better than anyone in the world, and he knew everything that he had said that day were lies. He knew Tord regretted everything he did, but he couldn't help on that day but feel overwhelmed with emotions of pain and anger.
That day was where everything went wrong.


Matt was looking into the mirror like always, but he wasn't being his usual, narcissistic self. He thought of the events from the other day, and how they all lined up. He knew nothing was a coincidence, but he knew they couldn't all be planned by the same person.
Everything takes a path, it just depends on what you do to change it.


And they would all soon realize a mistake they all made.
Edd would never smile again,
Tom would want to cry,
Matt would stay locked in his room,
And Tord would eventually die.
[558 words]

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