Different || Troyler AU

C H A P T E R : TWELVE

•• Anarchy Angel ••

T R O Y E S POV:

I ran.

I ran as fast as my fat legs would let me.

I ran all the way home.

My crappy home.

That kiss was... Amazing, but I shouldn't have been.

I'm not good for him.

I don't deserve someone as beautiful as Tyler.

By the time I was home I opened the rotting door and slammed it shut, small sobs leaving my lips as I ran to my bathroom.

I shut the bathroom door and slid down it as I cried into my knees.

I screamed and punched the floor, making the dirty tiles crack.

I kept screaming.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as I pulled at my hair and felt wetness down my face.

TRIGGERING PART::::

I ran to my sink and grabbed the blade, I pushed it against my wrist.

I sliced against the skin and watched as the red liquid poured out of the cuts.

I switched hands and sliced my other wrist.

The blood dripped onto the floor making everywhere a bloody mess.

END OF TRIGGERING PART::::

I slid againt the wall and cried once again into my knees, I screamed and began violently tugging at my hair.

I didn't bother cleaning up the blood as I crawled out if the bathroom, everything suddenly becoming extremely blurry.

I collapsed into my dirty mattress  the last thing on my mind being the bloody track leading from the bathroom to where I was at the moment, my cuts still bleeding over the mattress.

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({In the morning})

I woke to my head spinning.

Memories of last night came flooding back to me.

The kiss with Tyler.

Cutting more than I ever had before.

And collapsing on my mattress.

I sat up and looked down at the mattress where two patches of blood stained the material.

Shit, I had cut really deep this time.

I looked at the floor to the bathroom and saw a path of dried blood leading from the bathroom to the mattress where I was sitting.

It looked like somebody got murdered.

How am I even still alive?

I looked at my alarm clock to see it was two minutes till I was meant to get up, I think I'll skip school today.

I looked at my wrist that had dried blood all over them.

34 cuts on my left wrist.
37 on my right wrist.

I had really done it this time.

I sighed and lied back down trying to avoid the blood but not really caring.

I stared at the ceiling.

And soon my eyes got droopy.

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