Feathers

Tom had been thinking endlessly about the black feather he had picked up, the answer seemed so obvious, but what if it was wrong? Tom's strongest urge told him the feather had to belong to the Norwegan. Edd seems so kind and easy going, would he kill someone though? Tom kept fighting with himself, loosing sleep over that damned feather. It was time he did something about it, he sat up, the feather in his closed fist, as he walked into the living room. Edd sat on the floor with his new kitten and a string toy while Matt and Tord played a video game. The game involved shooting, so naturally, Tord seemed unstoppable. Tom entered the room along with his roomates, clearing his throat to get everyone's attention. Nobody turned around to look at him, all continuing what they were doing. Tom growled to himself and walked around the couch to stand in front of the screen, glaring at Tord.
"Um, Tom. What are you doing?" He questioned, pausing the current game. Everyone looked up at Tom.
"Well, I have something important to say."
"Oh, what is it?" Edd asked, leaning back against the side of the couch as Ringo crawled into his lap.
"Well, I uh." He hadn't known what he would say, he felt so stupid, freezing up.
"You....?" Mumbled Tord, obviously bored.
"I..." Tom cleared his throat. "I've noticed someone's making a mess with their feathers." At that, everyone's eyes widened. They watched as Tom pulled out a black feather from his pocket.
"Wha- what? That makes no since." Squeaked Edd.
"My wings aren't black!" Said Matt as he shook his head.
"You have wings?" Edd looked over to Matt in surprise, he nodded in response.
"Well, mine aren't black either" Edd looked to Tom again. "Do you have wings Tom."
"Well, t- they aren't black." Tom mumbled, he knew Matt had wings, he suspected Edd but didn't think it to be true. He felt comfortable telling them. After everyone else had been asked, they all looked to Tord, who's face seemed paler than usual.
"Tord?" Matt started to reach a hand out to him, stopping as Tord spoak.
"I.. Don't have wings." It was another lie, just like the explosion. Hopefully they were foolish enough to believe him. He'd been lying about his wings his whole life, as they got darker and darker, the more lies piled up. His once bright brown eyes now duller, no, silver. Tord's eyes have completely changed color, maybe something happened to them during the robot incident. During that one of his eyes went blind, utterly useless, but his other changed color. It was odd to say the least. Every lie replaced his skin with plastic, every lie made him more fake. Tord was fake. Everything about him, his smile, his eyes, his heart. All of them were lies. He was snapped out of his thoughts at Tom's voice.
"Then, who's feather is this?" He wondered aloud, twisting the feather in his fingers.
"Maybe someone found a black feather and brought it with them?" Edd was petting Ringo and staring forward, thinking of all the possibilities.
"Ah, y- yes, I found a crows feather on the sidewalk that had caught my eye. I brought it home and I guess you found it, Tom."
"Oh." Tom mumbled, feeling embarrassed.
"Well, that clears that up." Edd reached for a cat toy
"You can go now jahovas witness." Grumbled Tord, eager to get back to his game.
"Whatever, commie."  Tom leaves the room and walks back to his own room. He shuts the door and flops down onto his bed, tossing the black feather into the trash. Tom lay on his bed, mind and blank as his eyes as he stares at his bedside alarm clock. 11:32 PM. He takes off his hood and throws it to the floor, stretching out blue wings, and quickly falling asleep.
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Sorry guys, I'm loosing my motivation in my writing, drawing, and life itself. I'll try to keep working on my stories, but sorry if they're shorter, not as good, and have me complaining at the bottom like this one.