Living in his shadow (Troyler AU)

20- Jar of hearts.

*after Tyler left their house* warning-- you may cry.. Stay safe babes x

I'm fucking crying bc of the pic tbqh. This chap made me cry a lot to write.. Enjoy I guess. *hides*

-Troye's POV-

As Tyler walked up those stairs, my heart broke a little. I ruined everything. I covered my eyes, trying my hardest to suppress the inevitable tears. As I fell to my knees a glass jar came crashing down with me, shattering all around me. I couldn't see anything thru the tears, my hand grazed the shards of glass; leaving cuts all over my hands and arms. It hurts like fucking hell. Oh my god. Shit. How could I not have seen the pieces?! I hate crying!

I think there's small shards of glass lodged in my hands. I dared to open my eyes fully, I was not expecting to see something so horrid. There's little pieces of glass all across my hands and wrists, I can hardly move.. It hurts so bad.
Bur somehow, seeing Tyler cry like that hurt much worse. Much worse, and it feels as if I'm dying right now.
I managed to lift my hand, inspecting the oozing cuts and gashes.

What the hell am I gonna do? I don't wanna call an ambulance and I don't want to wake my parents.. Connor must be asleep by now... Shit.

"Troye, what the hell?" Speak of the devil, or should I say savior. Connor ran downstairs, kneeling beside me.

"C-careful.." I groaned, looking down at the shards of glass adorning the floor. Cautiously, Connor helped me onto my feet. He led me into the small bathroom down here. "It hurts!" I hissed as he turned the hot water on, the hot water burned like hell. It seeped into the small and big cuts, stinging and bringing me great pleasure all at once. I watched as blood and glass ran down the sinkhole.

"Look away." Connor growled, pushing my face to the side. Why should I listen to him?

"Because I'm older and know what's best for you." Dammit.. I've gotta stop saying the ends of my sentences out loud.

"Shut up." Connor pushed my face away from the scene in front of me. He scrubbed the glass out of my skin with a bar of soap. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying my hardest to think of anything besides Tyler or this damned glass. "It hurts.." I whimpered, tears escaping my tired eyes. It hurts. My god, it hurts. Take me. Just take me, Jesus take me it hurts too much. Not just the glass, but the whole thing with Tyler too.. Please, just take me. I already feel completely dead on the outside, why not kill my insides too? I have a point.

"Stay here. Don't open your eyes." Connor spoke, sounding very stern. Almost like he were a concerned father.

"W-What're you doing?" I kept my eyes shut, touching the bloodied palms of my hands.

"Getting the first aid kit." He mumbled, making some noise. I heard a plastic box being opened. "I'm sitting you down on the toilet seat, don't open your eyes." I mumble a quick 'ok', allowing him to sit me down.

I felt the burn of disinfectant wipes being slid across my hands and arms. Fuck. fuck. fuck. It hurts like hell.
"What's that?" I felt a strange fabric touch my hand.

"It's gauze.. Don't move. And keep your eyes closed." I gulped, nodding along to his words. He wrapped the gauze all around my left wrist and hand, then my right hand and fingers. It feels really tight, maybe it'll cut off the blood flow from the cuts. I hope the bleeding stops. Or maybe I could bleed out.. No! Shut up. That isn't right.

"Can I open them now?" I mumbled, bending my fingers to loosed up the gauze a bit.

"Yeah.. Just don't change the bandages without me being present." He lightly ran his fingers down my arm.