It Will Be Better (Eddsworld X Child!Reader)

32.) School of Hard Knocks

     Following the literal apocalypse, a few weeks had passed in their entirety and to say the least, things hadn't gotten all sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows. In fact, things had more or less become...strained. For lack of a better word. Although, not with your caregivers—or even the neighbors—of course, but instead with yourself. In fact, for the most part, you felt continually confused and upset; frustrated.

     Yet, you still weren't going to counseling and you still weren't doing anything with Edd, Matt, Tom, or the neighbors.

     Which, probably wasn't the best thing in the world, but you didn't need to.

     Right?

     Right!

     On another note, your caregivers had sort of caught you up on everything that'd happened and you—with a bit of hesitation—had explained your dream to them. At the time, you'd thought maybe it would help them understand what you were feeling. It would finally allow for you to make up for not sharing much with them about your biological parents, but it didn't. Things didn't automatically fix themselves and go back to normal.

     Just like when Tord had actually been here and you were all buzzing.

     As it turned out, all of those furious feelings and sour thoughts in your head showed themselves.

     Right when you were in school.

     On that day in particular, it had been somewhat gloomy. The clouds in the sky were light gray; droopy—as if they were filled to the brim with water.

     But, to make a long and drawn out story short, you'd gotten so worked up over everything going on that you'd lashed out.

     That had led to the school calling home and now, you were sitting in the new car waiting for Edd. They'd gotten the vehicle not too long after you'd gotten home from the hospital again, but that was beside the point. Letting out a puff of air you'd been holding in, you leaned your head against the back seat; bitterly tracing your finger over the window. The action was definitely more of a distraction to you than anything. Especially from all of the thoughts that you were—and had been—turning over and over all day.

     Part of you contemplated whether or not those ideas of yours had been your fault.

     The other part of you wholly blamed something, or someone, else for them. But, that side of you couldn't be right.

     Right?

     Right, because that part of yourself believed that maybe all of this, somehow, was Tord's fault.

     Maybe he was the reason you were so upset.

     Maybe he was the reason Edd had been forced to come and get you.

     Maybe he was the reason everything was so confusing now.

     No. That just couldn't be it. Could it? But, you had to blame somebody and look at how much trouble the Norwegian had caused even after he'd left.

     Even after you'd realized he was truly gone.

     Still, you wished there was a way you could somehow find the Norsk and tell him how you were feeling. How much you hated him for leaving and yet, how much you still cared about him. He was your dad, after all, adoptive or not. Nothing could change that.

     Gah.

     This was exactly what you'd been dealing with all day!

     Who wouldn't expect you to get so worked up about thoughts like these? Apparently the school, but now you were just going around in circles. Fighting back the urge to slam your hand into the window, you instead crashed your forehead down on the seat's head rest in front of you; feeling utterly defeated. Sometimes you just wished you could erase all the thoughts from your head and never have to worry about anything ever again. What a wonderful thing that would be.