Different || Troyler AU

C H A P T E R : F O U R

•• lonely Angel ••

T R O Y E S P O V :

The last two classes of the day Tyler wasn't in. I was glad, I think.

I walked down the hall to put my books away in my locker, I locked it up and walked out the doors of the school into the crispy cold winter air.

It doesn't snow here very often, even in winter, which is good because when it snows no one can fly, so the wind was just extremely cold.

But the cold doesn't effect me, so I'm in just a hoodie, but if it weren't for the cuts that littered both my wrists I wouldn't be wearing it at all.

Yet everyone else has thick coats on, another thing that makes me a freak of nature.

As I walk out the schools gates I see angels either taking their cars or flying, everyone assumes that I can't fly because they've never seen me, but I could beat all of them, easily.

Someone bumps my shoulder roughly and I stumble slightly, "Watch where ya going freak." Caspar sneers, and he stops to stand in front of me.

I don't reply.

"What are you mute or something?!" Caspar takes a step forwards so his face is inches from mine, "Fucking talk!" He yells.

I don't reply.

"You know, everyone is scared of you." he circles me but I stay with my head to the ground, "but they don't see what I see, a pathetic freak!"

I don't reply.

He gets fed up with my lack of response and punches me square in the stomach.

I groan and topple over as he delivers kicks to my stomach and torso. I move my wings to protect me but he stops.

"Respond next time... so pathetic." he sneers and gives me one last kick to the face before walking off, and I swear I can hear him laughing.

I feel the blood dripping from my lip and nose and it's a wonder that I'm not passed out.

I groan and move into my back to stare at the sky, my stomach and chest where throbbing and I knew their would be bruises. My lips was dripping blood and I was extremely dizzy.

I groan and slowly get up with much difficulty, the price of being different.

I know I'm pathetic.

I know I'm a freak.

I know that I'm worthless, so stop reminding me.

I start to walk while holding my stomach and being slightly hunched over when I hear something behind me.

It sounds like running, and it's getting closer.

"Hey! Hey! Troye!" A hear the familiar voice.

I try to limp faster but it's too late, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and it sends a tingles down my spine.

"Hey!" Tyler exclaims happily as he walks in front of me, but that smile soon turns into a frown when he sees my bloody face and pained expression.

"Woah! What happened are you okay?!" He puts his hands on my shoulder, and suddenly the dizziness comes back in waves, but I try my best to ignore it.

"I'm fine." I almost whisper, and his eyes bug out of his face, he's definitely surprised that I talked and to be honest so am I.

"You can't just tell me your fine when you are standing here limping and with a bleeding lip." he states firmly while his left hand goes to brush over my presumably split lip, his fingers are gentle but that doesn't stop me from wincing.

"W-why do yo care?" I say and look down at my feet, I curse myself in my head for stuttering.

"I-I don't know." he says seemingly caught off guard by the question.

"Look, your new here and soon enough you'll realise to stay away from me, but for now stay in your business and I'll stay in mine." I state firmly and I was quite surprised by my sudden courage, I push past a shocked Tyler and keep walking down the path, I don't look back.

But I can feel Tyler watching me.

I turn and corner and sigh in relief, that while time I was walking I was trying not to show my pain cause I know he was watching, but as soon as I turned the corner I let out a gasp as I hunched over and clutched my stomach.

My lip had stopped bleeding by the time I got home, I pushed open the rotting door and slammed it shut before walking over to my mattress and falling slowly down into the thin material.

I moved the mattress up a bit to get out the cloth that I kept under their and walked to the bathroom with it in hand.

I looked into the grubby mirror and wiped my lip, enjoying the pain, until all the dry blood was gone.

I threw the bloody cloth in my sink, as I pulled up my shirt I saw dark purple bruises already forming on my chest and stomach, I new they would be worse in the morning.

Why me? Why is it always me?

It's too late by the time I feel my cheeks getting damp, I wipe at my eyes viciously annoyed at myself for crying.

But then I remember that I'm alone.

So I let out sobs and cries as I fall to the floor in a heap and I wrap my wings around myself in a cocoon, I cry into my feathers and let out frustrated screams, just wanting it all to end.

I unwrap my feathers from my body and scout around in the cupboards for what I'm looking for.

My blade.

{{ may be triggering to some }}

I find the small piece of metal and roll up my sleeves, I let out a small noise of pleasure as I press it down to my wrist.

I slice and slice and slice, I feel the blood drip down my wrist and soon enough I switch to my other wrist and do the same.

I throw the bloodied blade in the sink and press the already bloody towel to my left wrist which has fifteen cuts on it and my right wrist has ten.

Not to mention the fact that I have scars all over my stomach, thighs and wrists.

But I like them.

I sit on the dirty bathroom floor with the towel pressed to my wrists, once the bleeding stops I roll down my sleeves and try not to wince as the material catches on the cuts.

I return to my mattress where I throw the towel underneath it, I lean down and wrap my wings around myself cuddling into the soft black feathers.

I close my eyes and drift into a sleep full of nightmares.

Nightmares about what happened to me at that orphanage.

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Oh! And I hate making Caspar the bad guy as well as Marcus cause they are amazing! ARGHHH I FEEL SO FUCKING BADDDD

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