MISTAKES 2 (Tronnor fanfic)

#8

TROYES POV

I got up slowly and wiped my face slowly, from my shaking hands I could feel that something had to be done. Connor was sleeping now. Kids were asleep too. Petra had put Levi to sleep. What a wonderful timing to do that what I should had a long time ago.

I opened my cars door and felt the eyes of the cold, dark nightsky land on my fragile figure, shivering as the cold wind hit the crook of my neck. I stared at the nightsky for a few more seconds before placing myself into the soft carseat.

I sighed.
This is it, Troye. This, is your chance.

I started driving and huffed as the radio played just weird songs. I switched the radio channel and heard the words; All the other kids with the...
and started smiling to myself just a little. I still, after 17 years, loved this song. Go ahead, judge me, I don't care.

I tapped my fingers on the leathery wheel and gulped as I saw the sign in the dark;

PSYCHIATRY FOR ALCOHOLICS AND DRUG ADDICTS.

I was so nervous as I parked my car.
She was my mothers friend, and she said she was open 24/7 and had a few colleagues by her side because she has to rest, too.

The light was on in the 7th floor where I saw the silhouette of a short haired woman, writing something at her desk. She was still at work. I didn't know why but I guess she wants to be helping and availible as late as possible. Good.

I walked in and knocked on the 12th room in the 7th floor.

Soon she came out the door and gasped at the sight of this fragile boy standing in front of her.

"Oh, Troye-sweetie.

What have you done?"

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Okay sorry. This was super short and kinda boring but I really had no fucking motivation whatsoever. I am still sad and feel really depressed. Now I'm sick too. Yay.

Omg and Wild is good. Yay.
And I have found Green Day and My Chemical Romance.

Okay thank you all so much I cannot thank you all enough. Live you all xx
-see ya.