You make my heart shake

Chapter 1.

Troye's POV

Blood seeped through my skin and onto the floor as I cut endlessly upon my arm, relieved, as the voices had stopped for a while. I was feeling better already but they would be back soon to torture me. A tear slowly made it's way down my cheek as I realised it wasn't over. I smothered my arm in gauze and wrapped it with a bandage as I resumed my normal life.

(Time Skip - 10hrs)
You are just a worthless gay piece of shit. You'll never be loved. You should just burn and be done with it. It is what you want and you know that! Just hurry up and do it!

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed wishing the voices would just disappear. Suddenly a few knocks came from the door.
"T-Troye are y-you o-o-okay?" Sage opened the door and came and sat next to my now limp body," They're back aren't they?"
"Y-yes"
I glanced up and placed my head on Sage's chest and started to sob. Tears streamed down my face. Then she grabbed my head and looked at my dull, lifeless face to see  emotion being emitted from it. Nothing came.
"Oh Troye, please don't tell me you've started again, I don't want you to hurt y-yourself any m-more t-han you al-already h-ave," Sage began sobbing too.
Her dull blue eyes met my dull ones and we just stared into each other's before I noticed something red pouring out of her neck. I looked down and saw blood seeping out of it and broken pieces of glass in her hair.
I glanced up at her but not before saying, "Dad hit you again didn't he?"
"Yes, ever since he found out you were gay and I've been sticking up for you he--" She trailed of into some form of trance and stopped talking completely so I finished her sentence.
"Does things, doesn't he"
She just nodded and wiped her runny nose before seeming to return to her normal self even if it was for just a little bit. She actually helped set my mind at ease.

Today was my first day at my new school in California, I was afraid of even getting to meet anyone just hoping they didn't find out about me. Just then I remembered something.
The voices had stopped.
I was actually feeling emotion for once.
I ran into my room and into the bathroom to stare at my face in the mirror. Colour had returned to my cheeks, my eyes were not so dull anymore but you couldn't really tell anyway as the bruises made them as dull as ever. "What's next, I actually get a boyfriend?!" I just laughed at that thought. It made me feel somewhat happy, the ability to not be loved. At least I wouldn't have to worry if something happened to him. But who could imagine me, Troye the Boy, having a boyfriend. I sure as hell can't.

Okay so my little munchkins (whoever reads this basically)
This is my first chapter and my first story I have written so.... Please don't get mad at me if I have made some mistakes, I haven't exactly gotten what happens with cutting and depression and stuff like but I have a general idea but personally it hasn't happened to me before. At least I don't think so :). Anyway it's probably short because it's my first and I will try to update it frequently.