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Tord lay on his bed. Too many things were going through his mind for him to consciously acknowledge. After he had attempted suicide, he realized that the only way he could die was to get out of his friend's sights. He needed to be patient, and wait for the right opportunity.

Tord had been laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling for at least an hour now. He heard someone knock on the door. He thought it was Edd checking again, so he went to answer it, hoping of driving him away permanently this time. To his surprise when he opened the door, the knocker at the door was none other than Tom. Tord groaned. "What do you want." He said bluntly. When he felt like shit there was none other than a shit-bag at his door.

"Well," Tom scratched the back of his neck.

"Edd told me to check on how you were doing. Seems like you're in pain huh?" Tom added. Tord slammed his door. "Wait, just open the door!" Tom yelled from the outside. He banged on the door a couple of times before Tord let him in.

"Fine, fine, just come in before you break the door." Tord said in a monotone voice. Tom walked inside of Tords room, and sat down on his bed. Tord sat along with him, around one foot away from him though. "What do you want." Tord asked, staring at the wooden patterned tiles on the floor. "I just want to know what got into you." Tom said, looking at Tord. "You know we forgive you." Tom said again. Tord was trying to avoid eye contact.

"You know you can talk to us if you're feeling down.." Tom said, looking away now. He didn't know that Tord was crying until he heard him sniffle. Tord rubbed his nose with his sleeve. "Hey, hey..." Tom gently placed his hand onto Tords shoulder.

"What's wrong-.."

"EVERYTHING!" Tord interrupted, now crying even more.

"You don't know what h-happened..." Tord stuttered, crying into Toms shoulder. Tom patted Tord on the back as his crying started to die down.

Soon they both fell asleep, waiting for morning to come.
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