the "song" has nothing to do with the chapter.

(Tom's POV)

I stand in front of my mirror, slightly glaring at my distorted reflection. My best friend smiles back.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I say in a defeated voice, all desire to sound strong, given up.
"Why not?" Kov replies, gazing at me with watchful 'eyes'.

"Hurting my friends- the ones I love? Why? What's the point?" I ask him through the mirror.
"Oh, host, I thought you'd like this? Having everyone wrapped around your finger..control over all of them?"
"Wha- no! When did I ever say I wanted this?!" I growl at him.
"Look, I'm doing you a favor, host. All this control, this power, it becomes helpful in the long run."

"And why would I need this power when I already had friends that have been there with me, for so long?! We were all happy and okay with our lives, why come ruin it now?" I shout at him, snarling the last part. He looks at me calmly, the fucking bastard is smiling.
"Oh, Tommy, it was just perfect timing, was it not? Everyone was so trusting of each other..taking advantage was just the best choice."
"Is there a reason for this? How would this benefit you?" He keeps beating around the bush. Never answers the question directly.

"Like every cliché villain, I'm just doing this for entertainment! I took your body for a reason. It's time to hold up your end of the deal." He narrows his 'eyes' at me.
"I have been! I've been suffering from you forcing fucking human flesh down my throat, breaking me down everyday, threatening Edd for god's sake! When will you stop?!" I exclaim at him. His smile falters, just a little.

"You brought this upon yourself. You are the one that asked for vision. I simply gave it. I'm stuck with you for the rest of your life. Do you really think I want to stay?" His anger starts bleeding through, his smile now extremely forced and gritted.
"Why can't you leave then? Huh? Is there some force that is preventing you from leaving my body?" I bombard him with question after question.

"I would if I could. Do you think I have any clue as to why I can't leave? I just can't! I'm bound to your idiot soul until you die!" He growls at me, smile now a snarl.
"You—"
"Don't try to defend yourself. You did this to yourself- to me. This whole existence that I have, it's been torturing me as much as you have been suffering! Do you think I asked to be summoned?" He rants, looking at me with a pathetic stare. He huffs.
"Kov, I—"

"Never mind." He sighs and crosses his arms. His facade is slowly breaking, I can feel it. I sigh and touch the mirror.
"Kov—"
"Stop. This isn't about me, is it? It's about you and your worthless problems." He mumbles, turning his back on me.
"Wha- worthless?!"
"You heard me." He replies, his tail swaying.
"This is about my friends. If their lives are in danger, then I need to do something about it. How long do you even plan on dragging this on?" I ask him, borderline shouting.

"As long as I need to."
"Why are you so fucking cryptic?! Can't you ever give me a straight answer?!" I yell at him. He sighs.
"It would just ruin the fun, yes?" He sounds so tired. What happened?
"I hate it. I hate you. You're never there for me- on my side." Kov snaps. He whips around and faces me with a hurt glare.

"Who was there for you when no one else was? Who was there when you got abused by your step-father? Who was there when your life was in danger? I've been on your side. You were just too fucking blind to realize!" He yells at me with tears forming in his sockets. I feel mine gather with tears as well, fear, I assume. He glares at me with betrayal deep in his 'eyes'.

...

"Then what happened?" I ask him quietly. He gives a bitter chuckle.
"You don't even know." He hugs himself slightly, looking down at the floor. He sighs.
"You forgot about me." He glares at me even more. "You forgot about the one that gave you sight- your first friend. I have stuck with you since you were 8. Supported you, protected you. And yet, this is what I get when I do what I wish?" His tears fall, seemingly dissipating once they leave his face.

"I—"
"I'll leave you alone for a while. Damned god knows you need it." He says, turning away and disappearing into a black smoke in the mirror. Goopy tears drip down my face as I fall to my knees. I stare at the floor blankly before gritting my teeth. I scream with whatever energy I have left in me, teeth still gritted closed. Rolling up my hoodie sleeves, I punch the stupid fucking mirror that my monster side disappeared from. The glass shatters, slicing and cutting my hand with small wounds. The blood bubbles and drips slowly from the open cuts.

Warning: Self-har— do I even have to say it

I stare at my bloodied knuckles, my gaze then fixating onto a sharp piece of glass. I grab it carelessly with my other hand, tightening my grip on the edges. My hand gains large cuts across my fingers. I sit down in a crisscross position, opening and closing the hand I punched the mirror with. The open cuts sting and burn every time I move my hand. I hold the glass above my exposed forearm, previous cuts being as clear as day. I glare at my arm and slash it without a second thought. The air burns my exposed flesh.

"Fucking idiot..." Another slash, my carpet is getting stained.
"You didn't even stop him..." The once pure mirror glass is now covered in blood.
"How could you do this to him?" I shift over to my other arm.
"It's all your fucking faul—"

A knock on the door. I freeze.

"Tom?" A familiar Norwegian voice calls from beyond the door.

A/n:
is this a cliffhanger? sure, if that's how you wanna see it.
holy shit guys, I got my motivation back—