Save Me (Tronnor)

Chapter 1

TRIGGER WARNING

Connor

I feel like I'm suffocating, I'm trapped inside the dark walls of my mind and I can't escape. I can't believe he actually left me... My best friend. My boyfriend. Killed. By a idiotic drunk driver, of all the things.. Why so violently? Why couldn't he die peacefully? Why am I still attached? Its been a year and I'm still not over it. I should be over it. I should want to eat. I should want to get up. I should want to hang out with my friends. I just don't. Why am I alive? I shouldn't be. I don't want to be. I don't sleep anymore.

I tear at my hair and furiously rub at my eyes, I haven't slept. I'm so tired. If I sleep I will have to relive each and every moment that I went through with him. It was so bad, there was so much blood.. I screamed and ran towards the wall punching it. It didn't damage it in anyway. I was basically ripping out my hair again, slamming my head against the wall trying to get rid of the horrific memories.

*flashback ooooo*

"Darling, come on.. You know I can't stay. My mom wants me home." Jake said sadly as we hugged. I was pouting again and being my usual clingy self. "I know, I know. I just miss you. I love you. I know I'm annoying and clingy but I can't help it." I sighed, looking down at my shoes and we separated from the hug. "Connor.." Jake sighed and started caressing my cheek lightly. "It's okay. I swear. I love you. Tell your mom I said hi. We will see each other again." I said genuinely.

"Okay baby I love you too." He said as he got into his car. I turned back towards my house at he got down the road a little. SCREECH. I quickly ran to the sidewalk scared something happened, my fears were confirmed as I saw the two cars absolutely wrecked. Jake.

I ran towards my boyfriend, he has to be okay. He has to be. "Jake!"  I got to the car to see my boyfriend covered in blooded and unconscious. Tears streamed down my face as I yelled at my mom to call 911 or someone should at least. Jake..

*end of flashback oooo*

My cries became choked off sobs as my violently shaking body slid down the wall I was near. I miss him so much. I loved him.. I still love him. As I calmed down a bit, I laid on my bed, still crying. I heard my mom knock but I didn't answer. She doesn't care about what I've been through and that's the sad part. She lies to keep the perfect fucking imagery of a normal family. Disgusting. I want nothing to do with the sick, horrible lies.

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"Hey Connor.. The new neighbors are coming over for dinner. Please get ready..... I love you.."

I heard my mom talking outside my door and sighed. I didn't want to meet the neighbors I didn't want to talk. Honestly, I didn't talk until spoken to after the incident. I got cleaned up in the shower and got dressed.. I'm still sad. My knuckles were bleeding from punching the wall. I wrapped it up with some cloth trying to cover it up, I felt like I was lying to everyone. Even myself. That terrified me. I walked downstairs and as soon as I sat down at the table the doorbell rung.

"Connor, sweetie, could you get that?" My mom asked. I got up and opened the door. I was faced with a pretty, blue eyed, curly haired boy.

"Hello. My name's Troye, with an e" Pretty boy said. I was completely blown away by his accent. Stop it Connor. What about Jake? I was filled with guilt once again.

"C-Connor." I stuttered slightly as I made room to let him in.