6. Hello, my name is anxiety

                                    

                                          
Tord's POV:
                          
I woke up early. It was 7 am. I groaned and stood up. But I forgot about my leg. I hissed in pain as I touched it. I carefully started walking to the kitchen.
                          
When I finally reached the kitchen while stumbling on my leg all the time. I sat on a chair and placed my leg on the other one. I carefully unwrapped the bandages to take a look at it. My eyes widened as I saw it.
                          
The leg was cut open and it was bleeding again. I carefully touched it. It burned. I quickly shoved my hand away and stared at the leg. 'I should do something about this. Like, change the bandages...' I thought.
                          
Then Edd along with Matt and Tom came into the room. I didn't notice them at first. I was too focused on my leg. Drops of blood were now falling down from my leg. That sight made me feel a little lightheaded.
                          
I could feel tears of pain form in my eyes. "Ouch....." I said to myself. "Hey Tord!" Matt's voice startled me. In shock I turned around, but accidentally moved my leg. "Ouch!" I yelled in pain.
                          
Tears we falling down my face. It burned so much... I could hear Edd gasp. He ran up to me and looked at my leg. Tom and Matt came closer. "Oh my godness, Todd! Your leg!" Matt yelled. I was too busy to care about that he said my name wrong again.
                          
Tom looked at me. I could see a bit of worry in his face. 'But why would he care?' I thought to myself.
                          
Because he doesn't.
W-what?
He doesn't care about you. Nobody does.
...
Oh, so you're silent, huh?
...
Well, you are just being the coward you are.

                          
I was hurt. I could hear Edd talking to me, trying to gain my attention, but I didn't listen to him. Right now, I was just hearing a random voice in my head! Like, what? I wondered if I could talk to it a little...
                          
Who are you?
My name is anxiety. Your new best friend.
What? I didn't know anxiety could talk!
Well, I can.
                          
I was kinda freaked out. I could hear even Tom and Matt talking to me, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
                          
Why are you here?
To tell you the truth.
What truth?

                          
That they don't care.
...
Edd, Matt or Tom don't care about you. They're just pretending. Why would they care about a monster that killed his parents?
                          
My eyes widened. 'What? How can anxiety know about my parents? And I didn't kill them...' I thought to myself. I could feel tears falling down my cheeks.
                          
It's all your fault they're dead. If you never even joined the stupid army, they would be okay and your friends will not be afraid of you!
They're not afraid of me!
Yes, they are. Who wouldn't be afraid of a monster like you?
                          
That hit me. I broke into crying. I could see that everything was getting blurry. The voices I heard earlier stopped and I just heard a weird beeping... Something like a heartbeat monitor. But then, it stopped. It was all silent.
                          
I then heard a thud and my head along with my leg hurt a lot. I even heard screaming. It was in a raspy voice... And then I realized...
                          
I was the one who was screaming...
                          


                          
Tom's POV:

                          
"Oh my god, Edd! What should we do!?" I yelled at Edd. Tord was shaking on the floor, crying and screaming.
                          
"I don't know!" He yelled back at me. "I don't even know, what is going on with him, but we should help him somehow!" Matt shouted. "Well, yeah! But how!?" I said. We all went silent. It was terrifying to only hear screaming, that was coming from the small Norwegian.
                          
I sighed in panic and kneeled down beside him. I pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back in attempt to calm him down. Edd and Matt did the same. Commie didn't seem to notice us at first, but then he hugged us back.
                          
He stopped screaming, but still was panicking. He cried into my chest and hiccuped sometimes. His leg was still bleeding. 'I wonder, what happened to him...' I thought.
                          
After like half an hour, he finally calmed down. We pulled away and I wiped some tears on his face. He was still shaking a bit, but was calm. He looked down and we all stayed silent, nobody dared to say a word.
                          
"So Tord..." I said. He looked up at me, but didn't say anything. "Can you please explain, what happened?" I finished. He frowned.
                          
He stayed silent, but then sighed. "Okay. Well, I just woke up this morning and felt an unbearable pain in my leg. I walked in here and looked at it to see it bleeding. Then you came into the room and that startled me. And then when you came closer, I-" He cut himself off.
                          
He had an open mouth, but didn't say anything. He started shaking even more and closed his mouth. He then looked down and didn't finish.
                          
"Well, what happened next?" Edd asked. "Nevermind. It's not important anyway." He answered while still looking down. I raised my eyebrow. "Alright...?" I said. Silence filled the room once again.
                          
"Well, we should bandage that up again, right?" Edd changed the subject. Tord didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement.
                          
"I'll go get the bandages." I said and stood up. I walked to the bathroom and searched through the cabinects. I was thinking of what happened to Tord to make him so...broken and scared. He wasn't the Tord I used to know...

                          
I returned to the kitchen. I handed the bandages to Edd and he carefully started wrapping them around Tord's leg. He flinched in pain and shot his eyes. "How about I'll get some painkillers?" I offered him.
                          
He looked at me. "Y-yeah, that would be nice..." He said. "Alright..." I said. I went to get them. 'Why did Tord look so...scared of me? What happened to him?' Questions like that kept stuck in my mind.
                          
I shook it off and returned back and gave Tord some painkillers. He swallowed them. And looked down. "...Thanks." He said. "You're welcome." I answered.
                          
Silence filled the room. "Oh and, Tord. Do you remember last night? You had a nightmare..." I said. He froze and his eyes widened.
                          
"Well, okay. I'll tell you..."