Different || Troyler AU

C H A P T E R : TWENTY-TWO

•• Dizzy Angel ••

TROYES POV::::::::::::::::::

I ran down the halls in almost tears. I quickly pushed open the back doors of the school and ran into the field and under my tree.

I sobbed into my knees overcome with all types of emotion about the news I had just received.

A whole race of angels, well demons, are counting on me to save them?

Me.

I felt the pressure building, how could i save them? I can barely save myself.

I sobbed harder and tugged on my hair.

Emotions flooded my thoughts, all types of emotions that I couldn't keep up.

I'm a prince?

A scarred prince.

How could I be?! All my life I had been bullied, discriminated against, made to feel like I'm nothing, completely worthless to the point I believed it. I was worthless and a complete failure, why would I of all people be a prince?

It couldn't be.

Yet it could only be me.

I started to breathe heavier and heavier and started tugging at my hair harder as I choked on my sobs.

My head snapped up when I saw a crow standing in front of me, it was shade.

I wiped a tear and looked down at her with guilt in my eyes, I hadn't been to see them for a while other than the occasional kiss when they turned up at my window.

She cawed and hopped towards me where she snuggled into my side, I looked down at her fondly and ruffled her feathers, forgetting my problems for a second.

But even she couldn't cheer me up now, a huge burden had been put on my shoulders, I could barely keep myself alive how could I keep a whole race living?

I moved and she fell slightly.

"Sorry shade . . . I'll see you later." I smiled slightly and wiped my eyes one last time. Before I moved away from the tree.

I walked back into the school and down the halls, but just my luck the bell rang and soon the empty halls where flooded with angels.

I kept my head down so they couldn't see my wet eyes.

I tried to stay confident but couldn't bring myself to fake it.

I soon got out of the gates and started walking out of the school when I heard a voice calling my name.

"Troye wait! Wait Troye hold up!" I heard the distinctive voice of my boyfriend yell.

I really wasn't in the mood, I was too sad to try and fake happy right now.

I felt my shoulder being touched and soon Tyler was in front if me with a smile on his face that soon turned into a frown.

"H--Have you been crying?" Tyler asked me with a worried look.

I looked around and realised nobody was around us.

"No." I say blankly and look past him so I wouldn't have to look him in the eyes.

"I think you're lying, what's wrong?" He asked me as he went to grab my hand but I pulled it away.

I couldn't fake happy right now, I was too broken.

"It's not you okay? I just want to go home, I'm fine really." I said reassuringly and gave him a timid smile before I pushed past him.

My demeanour broke as I turned the corner, my last bit of energy went into faking happy, even if it was total crap.

I just wanted to cut until I bled out.

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Soon I made it home and unlocked the door with the keys I got given and walked in, I listened for any sounds of the boys being home, I knew they were at work but better safe than sorry.

I went straight to my room and looked around, it had been 'remodeled' and now had a single bed with a dresser and desk with a computer that I didn't know how to use.

I went straight to my closet and moved around my clothes before I found the box I was looking for, I fumbled to get the lid off and soon managed as I took out the shiny piece of metal.

I ran into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it as well.

I turned on the shower to calm my erratic heartbeat and slow down my pulse, I could feel a panic attack coming on.

I stood under the freezing cold water with my forehead rested against the shower wall just letting the water drip down my back.

My jeans and shirt sticking to me and getting soaked but I didn't care.

My curls hung on my forehead dripping wet as I parted my lips slightly and sighed, I needed to control my breathing.

I tugged my hair and brought my hands over my face.

I couldn't even cry.

I picked up the piece of metal off the shower floor and sunk done again the wall as the water made its way around me.

TRIGGER WARNING:

I looked down at my scarred wrist with healing cuts all over it.

I promised the boys I would try, well I tried.

And I failed like with everything else.

I brought the metal to my wrist and cut.

Deeper

Deeper

Deeper

Harder

Harder!

Straight down your wrist so they can't stitch it!

I listened to the voice but didn't cut straight down my wrist, I didn't want to die this time.

Or maybe I do.

I kept slicing my wrist before I switched to the next one.

I watched the blood pool down into the drain, swirling in white and red.

END OF TRIGGERING SCENE:::::

I threw the razor against the shower glass and looked at my bleeding wrists.

45 cuts on my left.

And 50 on my right.

I smiled lightly, they weren't as deep as the other ones that made me pass out but they were still pretty deep.

I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling the water hit my eye lids and my wrist slowly bleed.

But something felt wrong this time.

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