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READER Discretion

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Troye is drowning. His throats closing, his body damp, and he feels he'll die at any second.

And it's no secret as to why. The why is simple, as simple as learning the difference between good and bad and counting to 15. But that doesn't make the burning sensation any less horrible.

The reason why Troye is drowning is because of a piece of paper. A piece of paper that was once a tree. Then white stationary with blue lines. Then white stationary turned yellow due to time and poor keeping.

Now as the water, figurative, metaphorical water, runs over his body and pulls him further into temptation and depressing thoughts, his heart starts acting a fool too.

It skips, once, twice, three times before skidding and its spot and grinning at the acid In Troyes stomach.

No, Troye thinks. Don't you dare. Suddenly biles rising in his now closed throat as he hears his heart laugh.

"Come on bitch, let it out. You know you want to." Troye wants to respond, he wants to rip his heart out and force it to leave and stop torturing him, but he can't.

For if he does, the horrible acid will escape past his closed throat and onto his bed sheets.

It's then that the shadow across the room enters his line of vision with a sickening grin.

"Have you been a bad boy Troye?" He has. Sometimes when the voices ask him to do something he doesn't do it because his body's to weak or he's afraid.

The voices: his heart, his soul, and the shadow- his mind. They always demand things the 16 year old can't do.

Kill her Troye, He can't kill his own sister.

Drink the bleach, he doesn't do laundry anymore.

So Troye settled with avoiding people, controlling what of himself he could. And it'd been working until he got a new kid in his class who decided Troye was someone he wanted to befriend.

When the voices found out Troye and this boy, Connor, were getting closer things went downhill.

It wasn't until the paper, the white paper turned yellow, did his heart and mind really know the effect of this boy with soft hair and soft gentle of hands that traced Troyes body the night before when on a study date.

My favorite boy,

Thanks for the amazing night! I was wondering if you'd like to stay the night tomorrow and work on our science project. If so, show up around 5 pm and if not then I'll understand. Hopefully I'll you soon beautiful

The paper had been slipped in his history book when he left earlier the day before he'd only just found it moments ago.

The shadow slips closer.

"Why didn't you tell me about him?" The figure presses and despite the bile and his swollen throat he responds shakily.

"I don't want to hurt him." Images of his sisters betrayed face and his mother's fear when the bleach touched Troyes lips scare him.

"If you don't he'll hurt you first." The voice growls and Troye leans up, desperate to persuade his heart and mind otherwise.

"He wouldn't!"