Battle Scars // Tronnor // Troye Sivan & Connor Franta *ON HOLD*

Chapter 7

I stopped, and looked Connor in the eyes
"Troye, you know I love you but we haven't even been together for 24 hours yet and I don't think we should do this and I don't think I'm ready" he rambled on the word just pouring out of his mouth

I jumped off him grabbing my clothes from the floor putting them on as fast as I could
"You're right I'm sorry I just got caught up you probably hate me now oh god I'll leave"

I grabbed my jacket and wallet before running the door. I heard his faint calls but didn't stop. I hopped into the elevator and ran through the lobby so no fans could see me. Don't get me wrong, I love my fans but no just really wasn't a good time. I keep running until I came across a small park. It had fresh cut grass, a stone path circling it and a pond in the middle with trees and bushes around it. In the very far corner there was a bench, I began to make my way over, still keeping my head down as tears slows falling down my face. I reached the old rusty bench at sat down.

How could I be so stupid I though to myself. I turned on my phone to see 5 missed calls and 3 texts from connor, plus a couple from tyler and Zoe. I didn't reply. I didn't care. I needed to think. I opened up Twitter and scrolled through my notifications, I smiled at all the lovely tweets from people about how they loved my videos and my music. I then came across one tweet that caught my eye

Youtubefandom61762: stupid fag
Aishadonald: your an ugly, skinny, fag!
Zalfie101: ugly piece of shit

New tears replaced my tear stained cheek

These people were right, so so right I thought. At that very moment my wrists started to itch.

"Ahh fuck" I whispered

I hopped of the bench and looked around on the ground trying to find something of use. After about 5 minutes of searching though the grass and dirt I finally found a rusty price of wire.

"No ideal, But it will do. Best your going to find in park" I spoke to myself

I walked behind a large tree and sat at the stump.

Stupid fag... 1 cut
Ugly skinny fag... 2 cuts
Ugly piece of shit... 3 cuts

I winced in pain as the rusted piece of dug into my skin.
I began to cry once again for what felt like the 100th time this week.
I looked down at my fresh cuts and they were deep. The blood poured into my black jeans..

I felt like headed and dizzy..

"I wish connor was here to hold me" I thought...

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You don't know how much it hurt to right this chapter, yikes.
Anyway I'm so sorry it's so short but I hope you enjoyed. Hopefully there will be an update on Saturday! Vote if you want too ;)

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