(Tord's POV)

I'm alone in the apartment. I lie on the couch waiting for sleep to grasp me. It never does, of course, because sOME IDIOT DRUNKHEAD DECIDED TO SLAM THE FUCKING DOOR OPEN. My frustrations aside, I pretend to be asleep so Tom wouldn't bother me in his intoxicated state. He does the usual things like mumbling things under his breath and just being an overall mess. He strolls over to the kitchen, passing me. I get a whiff of the strong alcohol scent as he walked by.

I really regret moving back to my friends. Suffering with the person I hate most really isn't what I wanted. I stay still, listening to the witness's drunken slur. I hear a bit of a metal clacking with gulping following after. Probably took a swig from his flask. Is he honestly still drinking more?

Suddenly I hear a "Fuck," combined with a loud clanging of metal against metal. He probably dropped his flask in the sink, the idiot.

(Tom's POV)

I fumbled with my flask a bit, not being able to get a tight hold on it.

"Wow, you sure like to drink a lot." A higher pitched voice stated behind me. I yelp in surprise. Who was that? Maybe it was Tord?

"Torrd...did you ssay that...?" I asked with a slur, praying that I was right.
"What the fuck are you talking about Thomas? I didn't say anything." He answered with a growl. "Just go to sleep!" Shit, who was that then? It was so loud and clear. Is it just me being drunk? Being too intoxicated, I decided this was for me to deal with in the morning. Following Tord's 'advice', I drag myself to my room, getting more drowsy. Flopping onto the navy blue bed, I fell asleep almost immediately. Almost. Before I fell into a drunken slumber, I thought heard the same voice telling me,

"Sweet dreams Tommy~"

Time skip to the morning...

I woke up with a familiar headache and tired eyes. I shifted my body and stayed in bed. I regret that. I feel a wave of nausea hit me as I quickly bolt out of my room and to the bathroom. I vomit into the toilet, it coming out thick and sour. Metallic-y as well. Like blood? Eh, whatever. After a while I stop and move my hand to flush.

Mild Warning? A bit gorey...

I paused, seeing what I threw up out of the corner of my eye. Looking down at what I just puked out. Looking at it made me wanna puke more. It was a bloody mess mixed with bile. There looked to be bits of raw flesh inside. Gagging, the smell finally gets to me. I wipe my face with my hand and see that there's blood on it. Horrified, I almost let out a scream. Is this my blood? It's not though. I know it's not. I think it's not? Strange flashes of memories are going through my mind. I quickly flush the toilet and turn on the sink faucet. I throw some water in my face, hoping to clear my head. I'll have to ask Tord in hopes of getting some answers. Dear Jehovah, what did I do last night?

A/n:
Hi! Author here, probably no one will read this, but I hope you like the story so far. I did a doodle of Tom in my science class.

Idk what he's doing, but he's there...