Wonderland (Troyler)

Chapter 37

TROYES POV

Now that I got Tyler off my fucking back, and he thinks I'm not depressed anymore, which is stupid, depression stretches through months, years, possibly your whole life, it's not a one time thing, it's not a fashion trend, it's not cute, and it's for fucking sure not "attention seeking" it's a problem, and right now I can't control it.

I walk into the bathroom, I search drawers for a razor, my wrists start to itch, I need to feel the sharp metal cutting through my thick skin, I need to feel the warm blood drip down my arm, because I feel like I have control over myself, if feels like the Desmond in my head are seeping out through my arm, but they always find their way back.

After about five minutes I found a razor, I sit on the toilet and grab a towel, I put the towel in my mouth to hold in my screams, I close my eyes as right as possible, then I count.

"1,2,3"

I then cut, deep. I tried to cut as deep as possible, I could tell the razor was more then an inch in my arm, ripping my skin open, the fresh air burns, and stings the cut, it feels good, but at the same time it doesn't.

I rip out the towel out of my mouth, and I take off all my clothes to avoid blood stains, i put my face in my hands, and just cry a puddle of tears, I grabbed the towel I used to hold in my screams to wrap around my arm.

After waiting for half an hour, it was still bleeding, I must of cut deeper then I excepted, I went to my room, and went in the drawer to get the emergency first aid kit the hotel provides us, I take out the wrapping bandage and wrap it around every possible cut, which is sadly my bottom wrist to my elbow.

"Wow, I'm pathetic"

I exit my hotel room, I hate it, it gives me this evil chill and it runs through my body, and that's probably because so many bad things happened here.

As I close the door behind me, I accidentally bump in to someone walking down the hall.

"Sorry!" I say apologetically.

I look up, I was starstuck, this guy had beautiful eyes and an amazing smile, he kind of made me forget about the world.

I snap back into reality, and apologise again.

"No problem, I'm Connor"

I shake his hand.

"Troye" I reply.

We just stared at each other in amazement as if we did the impossible.

"I was gonna get a drink, you wanna tag along? We can can to know each other, instead of reading each others tweets and watching each others videos" He said with a smirk.

"That be great" I said, actually smiling with my teeth, I rarely do that, unless something special happens.
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