Different || Troyler AU

C H A P T E R : O N E

•• Runaway angel ••

T R O Y E S P O V :

I woke up to the familiar sound of my crappy alarm clocks blare bouncing off the paper thin and peeling walls. I opened my eyes and sighed just staring blankly at the ceiling for a few minutes before shutting off my alarm and unwrapping my abnormally large black wings from around my body.

This is how everyday started for me, having to force myself up and live the day ahead, even though I'de honestly rather not be here at all.

I lift myself off my thin mattress that's so bad I can feel the floor when I sleep on it making me think why I even keep it around in the first place.

As I lift myself off the ground my bare feet are welcomed by the cold floor, I avoid the glass on the ground that I've been too lazy to clean up and walk into my "kitchen".

My kitchen isn't really a kitchen, it's got a small fridge that I never use, an oven which I'm pretty sure doesn't even work, a sink that you have to hit countless times for even a drop of water to come out, plus a cabinet with dirty plates and glasses in it. I fill up one of the glasses with semi clean water, which in turn takes me a few minutes considering I have to hit the tap countless times, and gulp done the liquid while trying not to gag.

But what can you expect from an abandoned house?

I ran away from my abusive orphanage about two months ago, and with the little money I had stolen enrolled myself in school, so with no money to spare I didn't have enough to buy an apartment, so I had to make do with what I had.

And this is the best it gets.

I've tried countless times to get a job but everyone always says "You'll scare off my customers" which I guess I understand cause look at me I'm the complete opposite of everyone else.

This house isn't all that bad in all honesty, other than the hardly any water, no electricity, and all in all just plain dirty and rotten, but i can't be too picky and as long as I have a roof above my head, I'll be okay. This "house" has two rooms, the kitchen that has a small little bare spot in it that has my mattress and clothes and the bathroom which has a tiny shower, toilet, sink and dirty mirror, as well as hardly any running water.

I sigh again and with tired eyes I walk to my random heap of clothes that I "borrowed" from other angels washing lines, it was hard to find my taste in clothing since everyone wears bright colours and I don't, but I did, and although I didn't want to steal I really had no choice cause I couldn't afford my own, and I obviously needed some unless people wanted to see me walk around in my birthday suit.

I picked out some black skinny jeans and a black sweater as well as my only pair of shoes and those are my white hightops that I also "borrowed" but they are more a browny creme colour now.

I get dressed straight away because I'm only wearing boxers and once I'm done I walk the short distance to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my hair.

As I walk in I catch my reflection in the floor length dusty mirror that was here when I found this place and I inwardly cringe.

I pinch my fat cheeks and frown as I lift up my shirt to see my ribs poking out, but not as much as I would like, in some ways it's good that I don't have enough money to afford food because if I got food I would eat and I don't want to do that, I'm too fat after all. I see all the fresh cuts and faded white and pink scars over my stomach and I know my thighs and wrists have them too and it makes me feel sad to know I did that to myself, but at the same time I deserve it.

The last thing I look at is my wings, my unique black wings, pitch black wings that are so much different from all the other angels. The other angels have beautiful pure white wings that have an almost bluish hue to them, and then theirs mine that are black with a reddish hue to them. They are also a lot bigger than all the other angels, my wings are so big they drag behind me as I walk and all the other angels wings don't. But I know for a fact my wings are about five times bigger than all the other angels wings, and I don't know why, I never open them unless I'm flying though cause I don't want anyone to see how big they are, it'll make them even more scared of me and I don't want that.

I've never seen another angels wings to be my colour, the closest I've seen is light grey or a type of creme colour, but never black like mine.

I blink a couple of times and shake my head before returning to what I came here to do, I pick up the toothpaste gently and squeeze some into my fingers since I can't afford a toothbrush and start to brush my teeth. When in done I spot and wash my face which takes some time to get the water out of the tap.

I mess up my brown almost black hair into a messy half quiff and stare into my eyes to notice the blue has gone down a shade, my eyes are now a faded blue but they get brighter the happier I get and darker the sadder I get, and right now they are at the darkest I've seen them in a long time.

I snap out of my thoughts and walk out of my small bathroom and into the kitchen to check the time. I have ten minutes to get to school!

"Fuck!" I say out loud as I scramble to leave the house, I slam the door behind me almost afraid I cracked the rotten wood but thankfully didn't.

I look both ways to make sure no one is watching, but I know no one is because my street is basically all druggies or criminals, so it's basically empty.

I extend my huge wings and take flight into the cold air, I have to fly higher than the other angels so no one sees my wings or me, it's cold today so I feel the cold air slapping against my cheeks tinting them a light pink.

I have to swerve other anegels that are also flying, but thankfully they don't see me since I'm a fast flyer because of my abnormally large wings, but it's hard to dodge some of them since they blend In with the clouds and I clearly don't,
which is why I normally walk to school and only fly at night but I have to fly today or else I'll be late.

I Swerve a bit so I can land in the small forest behind the school so no one sees me.

I make a soft and quite touchdown and soon I'm walking to school which only takes a few seconds.

I have to brace myself before I walk into the school sith my head down while trying not to draw attention to myself which is pretty much impossible because of my wings and all in all black attire.

I hear people start to whisper and if it's possible my head goes down further, but I'm used to it by now.

But what I'm not used too is someone running into me and spilling their books everywhere, I look up about to apologize when I see an unfarmiliar head of light purple hair and blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry!"

He says before looking up at me with widened eyes, he must be new, he smiles cheerfully at me.
And it seems that everyone goes quite to watch the new boy speak to the demon freak.

"Hello I'm Tyler, Tyler Oakley!"

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