~Chapter 2-Traitor~
In Tord's room, he shut and locked the door behind him once he was inside. He turned his light on and went to go sit on his bed. The Norwegian pulled out what he had stashed earlier in his pocket from the kitchen; a sharp knife.
Tord stared at the knife for a few moments. The events from the incident continued to replay in his mind over and over for him. You're pathetic... His mind told him. A dirty, pathetic traitor is what you are..just do it already. They'd be better off without you anyways.
The red clad exhaled and put the blade to his wrist before proceeding to cut. He jabbed the knife in deep, biting back a curse and a hiss of pain. A red river already started flowing down his right arm. He felt kind of nauseous just looking at it.
He looked at his left and figured that it was already screwed up due to the explosion, but he didn't care. He took off the gauze that Edd had applied when he first came here. He jabbed the knife in, successfully re-opening the wound. Tears started to prick his eyes, it hurt so bad this time. He blinked them back and gazed at his bloody arms. He felt slightly lightheaded.
A knock at his room door caused him to jump, startled, followed by the jingling of his door knob.
"Tord? Is everything okay? Why's your door locked?" It was Edd from the other side, sounding a little beyond worried.
"U-Umm..one minute, Edd!" Tord hurriedly exclaimed. He looked down at his arms and rolled his sleeves down over, successfully hiding the fresh wounds. He quickly tried to look for a hiding spot for the knife since he knew he didn't have the time to clean it off. Under the bed was too obvious. Under his pillow wasn't any better, but it was the best he could think of as of right now. Besides, he could find a new hiding spot later.
After quickly hiding the knife, he went over to the door, unlocking and opening it to meet the face of a worried Edd, along with Matt and Tom beside him.
"H-Hello, Edd. Do you..need something?" Tord asked, putting on a fake smile.
"You seemed a little down in there," Edd pointed out. "You okay?"
Tord flashed him one of his grins. "Of course I am! Don't worry, Edd!"
"But-" Edd started, but was cut off by Tom placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Look, if the commie says he's fine, he's fine." Tom stated, sending Tord a glare.
Tord swallowed thickly and averted his gaze away.
"O-Okay. W-Well, do you wanna come watch Insane Pirate Zombies from Hell five with us?" Edd offered with a small smile.
"Pssh. Don't bother inviting him. The commie probably has better stuff to do anyways." Tom snorted.
"Tom!" Edd hissed at him with a glare. "Knock it off! Quit being so rude!"
"What? I'm just saying-"
"Well don't say! You don't talk like that after I invite-"
"No, no," Tord cut them off with a nervous chuckle, ignoring the hurt burning in his heart. "He's...he's right. Actually Edd, I've got some work to catch up on. I think I have to pass this time. I'm gonna go to bed afterwards, so I'll see you tomorrow."
"Are you sure?" Edd mumbled, taking a step closer to him.
"Sure I am."
Edd sighed. "Alright..see you tomorrow."
Tord gave him another smile. Matt and Tom were beginning to walk off, and Edd turned to follow them. Tord's door was nearly shut when he walked back over. Tord frowned, opening back up slightly.
"Need something else, Edd?" He questioned.
Edd merely mutely stepped forward and hugged the red clad tightly. Tord's eyes widened, startled. After a few moments of hesitance, Tord reached over and wrapped one arm around him awkwardly, the other hand stuffed in his pocket. A few more moments passed before Edd pulled away. He finally gave Tord a small smile that the red clad returned before walking off.
Tord let out a heavy sigh and shut his door, locking it once more.