// This is going to be in Tord's POV for most of the chapter but in a way it's more of a third person POV but the narrator (me lol) focuses on Tord and what he feels.//

Honestly, what more could Tord do?

This girl was literally suicidal and on the verge of attempting again.

She was interesting, though. She complimented him, she was sweet and he sure as hell knows she has a sense of humour. She was fun to tease yesterday and she was very grateful for the food Tord went out of his way to make.

Tord obviously knew she was starving herself, so he made a meal that no woman would turn down.

He was actually quite proud of himself for once. He made a perfect meal that someone enjoyed. He enjoyed their enjoyment. For only a second.

And now he was giving her cloths he stole from "abandoned" stores in her home town.

And the foot thing? Why would he do something so childish like that? He's the leader of the damn red army for crying out loud!

He stood at the door way where he watched the girl named Y/n open the blue bin he pushed all the way there by himself.

He even found it embarrassing dragging it past all the prisoners he pushed past to get here.

He looked down and saw her face go into awe. Strange feelings he was feeling at the moment. He almost felt appreciated.

"Wait, these are for me?" She asked, going down to her knees to pull out more clothes.

Tord, or what she's calls him, Red, tsked out loud. "Maybe. Most of them are for the room itself. Don't take this personally, no one is here to do this for me." He said, now crossing his arms and looking anywhere but her.

"Thanks." She said.

That made him feel good. For a little, he wanted to smile but he told himself not to look thankful or happy in base, or anywhere for that matter. He didn't want to look weak or vulnerable in front of people. He was the leader. He needed everyone to know he was strong and powerful. And he was.

"Just go change, I'll take care of everything else." He "offered", making her look back at the cloths she had in her hand.

"Okay." She got up and headed to the bathroom. He noticed the little skip in her step, telling him she was excited to try on new cloths.

Note to self, girls love new clothing.

He looked back down at the bin of  cloths and walked up to it, dumping everything on the floor, showing the stuff that was really supposed to be for the room.

Blankets, a rug, none toxic soap, none toxic shampoo, some pink slippers, a hair brush and finally a colander to show what day it was.

September nineteen, Tuesday.

He didn't want to come off as kind to this girl, so he threw the blankets on her bed along with the slippers.

Even thought everything he was doing was pretty much making this girl feel a tad bit better.

He basically threw everything that he got for her on the bed, while the clothes stayed on the floor.

He crossed his arms impatiently, waiting for this girl to finish changing into the clothes he had, "gifted" for her.

"Yeah, fuck it." He said, then walking to the stuff he had threw on the bed. He threw everything on the floor, except the blanket. He grabbed the two ends of the blanket, then throwing it upwards to be straight and lay flat on the bed. He tucked the blanket under the bed, making it look freshly made.

He looked down on the floor where the rug was laying flat down like a normal one. He pulled it up and decides to place it where the bathroom door was, along with the pink slippers and hair brush too.

He bent over and placed them down. He stood up straight and and looked at the door in annoyance. Since he was there, might as well knock and see what's the hold up.

He knocked on the door rather hardly, then shouting; "What's the hold up,
Y/n? It's doesn't even take that long for a girl to get ready." He said.

He heard some movements in there, but no reply. "Y/n?" He called again, with yet no reply. The only reply he got was a large thud hitting the floor.

//your POV//

I looked into the mirror as I was undressed. Bra and under wear still on as I stayed at my hideous self.

Disgusting.

Ugly.

Stupid.

Never worth anything.

Freak.

All sorts of things going on in my head I couldn't control. Why me?

Ha, why? Are you seriously asking why? Thats sure is pathetic.

To answer that shit question, it's because your stupid.

You are just that stupid to think you could have a happy life.

Red? He's not doing this out of kindness you fool.

He's doing it so you won't try to take the easy way out of life.

I felt so pathetic at that moment. Red is not doing this out of kindness, he's not doing this because we're friends. He just wants his prisoners to stay alive. Like he said, we're just hostages.

I'm just a prisoner.

I cried for a while, to the point where I'm afraid if Red walks in on me and he'll call me pathetic for crying for no absolute reason.

The thought of Red walking in on me made my mine snap out of thought.

I'm still undressed.

I had these really nice dark blue jeans and just a black t-shirt. I tried them on and at that moment I felt dizzy and light headed. I felt light headed before, but not like this.

Then there was a knock. "What's the hold up, Y/n? It's doesn't take the long for a girl to get ready." He called threw the door, but I couldn't answer with a "wait" or "I'm almost done". I couldn't really open my mouth at all.

I stumbled on my feet, almost falling over.

Something is wrong.

"Y/n?" He called again, but this time sounding concerned. The concern-ness in his voice made me feel even weird.

Then I fell over.

//Tord's POV//

"Y/n?!" Tord called out again. This time he knew he had to walk in because something was definitely wrong.

He walked in without any hesitation. The first thing he saw was an unconscious girl laying in the floor. "Shit!" He panicked.

He bent down on his knees and places his robotic hand and his normal hand on both her shoulders. She lied side ways, but he flipped her over on her back.

He shook her up and down slightly, then yelling at her face. "Y/n! Y/n, what the hell happened?!" He asked, but she didn't wake. He pulled her upwards and made her head rest on his robotic arm. His other hand still held her shoulder, not knowing what to do with it.

He didn't know what to do.

How did this happen?!

Did she.... try again?

Fuck, why does she has to be so difficult?

I should of invaded another town!

His mind snapped itself awake. He finally knew what to do so he places his real hand under her legs and his robotic hand under her back.

He lifted her up bridal style and rushed to the bed he freshly made. He placed her down gently, then backing away to gaze at the girl.

He looked calm as ever, but on the inside he felt like he was going to explode. He felt panicked like nothing else.

What scared him the most was at how panicked and concerned he was for this girl.

Why was I so panicked?

She's just a prisoner, just let her die when it comes.

She's just a normal girl, like any 18 year old.

Geez, and I'm only twenty fore and look where I am so fast.

She's just to much trouble.

I can't deal with a sad girl like her everyday.

I can't.

Then why am I still here...?

The Norwegian pulled out his
walkie-talkie, then pushes the button on the side.

"Paul, Patryck? Come to room 4 where we keep the hostages and into the white room, over." He offed. "Oh, and bring a first aid kit, over." He finished, then placing it back in its holder.

"Yes sir." He got from the two.

He waited for his two loyal soldiers to come with the medical kit he asked for. He walked back and forth for a while, still waiting for them.

He decided not to just walk and panic, so he stopped. What else was he supposed to do? Just stand there?

Check if she's okay! Obviously!

He looked down at still unconscious girl, then looking down at her arms. So many scars to count, to many memories to be reminded of.

He did feel bad, but he doesn't really know how it feels to feel that useless. What goes on in her? Probably to many things.

He took a big sigh, then going to the sleeping girl to sit at the end of the bed, looking down at his feet.

What the fuck was he going to do...?

He looked over at the girl, trying not to admire the way she slept.

She did indeed sleep like an angel. She looked so peaceful sleeping. Even when she's knocked out, she still slept like she didn't have depression.

He was doing the thing he told himself to never do.

Don't get to close to others.

"For fuck sakes..." he cursed under his breath.

BEEP!!!!

He looked up at the door to see the key pad lit up in green and flickered, then the door opening. "Red leader, sir?" Someone asked, the a familiar figure walking in, along with another walking in.

"Come." Is all he said.

The two obviously wore the uniform. Patryck, the taller and more feminine hair then the other. Paul, the shorter one, and more thick eyebrows. They both held bags with them, which confused Tord. Why do they have two bags? They only need one first aid kit.

The two opened the glass shield and walked in. "I brought the first aid kit!" Patryck announced.

"I brought the food!" Paul said, making Tord even more confused.

"Why would you bring food?" Tord asked.

"Well it's lunch time, I thought we were going to have a picnic." He joked. It was at that moment where they finally realized the girl who was past out cold on the bed. "Oh it's that same girl who hates herself." Paul said out loud, earning a hit from Patryck. "Ow.." he whispered.

"Red leader? Why are we here?" Patryck asked, looking at the girl then back at Red.

"No time to explain. Can you see what's wrong with her Patryck?" He asked, but they both knew that it was an order. Patryck went about on checking the girl and what was wrong, while Paul was being useless and carrying the food he randomly picked out from the kitchen.

He got up from the bed and walked right over to Paul to inspect his beg.

"What kind of food did you bring?" He asked, rather curiously.

"I don't know." Paul said.

The two talked about food and what Paul should have brought. They even had a small argument about; "why the hell did you bring jam without bred?!" And; "why not?!" While Patryck on the other hand cheeked the past out girl's temperature and other things.

He was getting distracted a lot by what was scarred on the girl's arm. He could not believe how much scars there were.

He did try to focus more on what he was doing.

She was absolutely fine! Nothing was wrong with her. Other then the scar on her cheek.

It was brushed darkly and definitely needed ice on it.

He didn't have any ice on him, but Patryck really did think she was pretty.

A while had past since he was like that, he didn't even notice Paul and Tord trying to get his attention.

"Pat!" Paul yelled, making him jump.

"What is it?!" He asked very annoyed.

"Want a banana?" He asked, holding one out as Tord ate a cookie that had jam on it since he didn't have anything else to put the jam on.

"No. No, I don't want a banana, Paul." Patryck said, trying to ignore the weirdness that is going on here.

Tord had noticed that Patryck has been starring at her then helping her lately. Why was he starring at her for so long? He got suspicious, so he called him out.

"Were you just starring at the prisoner?" Tord asked. "For that long."

For a while Patryck panicked, but thought of an excuse/reason. "She has a brushed on the bottom of her cheek, what happened?" He asked, looking up at the red leader.

He realized he was bent over so he stood up straight. "Two idiots came in here yesterday. They only punched her, nothing else."

I think.

"Okay enough talking." Tord said. "What's wrong with her?" He asked, wanting to get straight to the point.

"I don't know. She seems perfectly fine. What happened to her?"

"She just past out randomly." He said. Though, he wasn't entirely sure. Maybe she tried to kill herself again, or something else.

"That's weird." Paul said.

Tord didn't really want to be in the room any longer, he didn't want to either.

Right now, the room makes him gets the creeps. It was a plan white room after all. "Okay, go to your stations. We'll just leave her tell tomorrow." He said in his leader voice.

"Okay sir." Paul said, lazily as a joke. He was about to walk away, but tord stopped him.

"Oh and Paul?" He said. "Leave the bag." He said again. Paul didn't question it, though he did also get suspicious as well.

They left the room, leaving the food bag behind. Patryck has accidentally left the first aid kit behind as well.

Nothing could go wrong if she got her hands on it right?

....right....?

A/n

Ouuu early chapter~~~

Lol hope y'all enjoyed this, I just finished beating my sister in a game of good old cards.

Anyway, it's currently 12:52anA and I wanna TRY to sleep "earlier" then I usually do.

Kay, bye I love you.

Love - Fan_girl76 ~~