Odd Tronnor One Shots

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a/n: this is a lil snippet of a fic i wrote at school gr88 and btw this is the last oneshot in this book thnxxxxxxx for reading ily all
Everything was blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans. He stood in his cold bathroom, his trembling hands holding a bottle of sleeping pills.
"No one's going to care when I'm gone," He told himself, his lips an opaque shade of periwinkle. Shoving a handful of pills in his mouth, he swallowed with a small gulp of tap water.
"Troye? Are you okay?" His brother Tyde called from the other side of the door.
"Leave me alone!" Troye demanded, his voice heavy with emotion.
"I'm coming in!"
The doorknob twisted. The slap of Troye's bare feet on the bathroom tiles approached the door and a massive force kept the door closed.
"Troye!" Tyde groaned, exasperated. Troye's quiet sobs were easily heard in the violent silence.
"Go away!" Troye pleaded. Tyde was slowly giving up, and he was sure his brother wasn't.
"Don't do anything stupid." Tyde was extremely concerned; his brother never made good choices.
Once Tyde was gone, Troye's mind was hazy and he was slowly fading into a deep dangerous slumber.
"Troye!" Tyde's shrill voice screamed as the sound of a body slamming against the ground echoed.
The curly haired boy woke up in a plain white room, a bouquet of white roses sat on his lap. His heart sunk; his attempt failed.
"Oh my god, you're up!" Laurelle, Troye's mother, exclaimed. She embraced her son tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"Dumb teenager," The ginger nurse scowled. Rage crossed Laurelle's face.
"Get a new nurse, I don't want this bitch here," She hissed. The ginger nurse rolled her eyes, then left. A young man with the most alluring forest green eyes set foot in the room. Troye's pupils dilated.
"I'm Connor," He introduced himself, his warm smile welcoming.
"I-I-I-I a-am Troye. With an e at the end," Troye stuttered idiotically. Connor laughed wholeheartedly.
"I know," He chuckled. A light blush coated Troye's cheeks as he broke the eye contact.
"Are you alright? I am your nurse." Connor gently took Troye's hand in his.
"I-" The rest of his family steps into the ward.
"Oh my fucking gosh, Troye! I was so worried for god's sake!" Steele embraced him tightly, making tears form in Troye's eyes.
"I'm sorry," Troye apologised, wiping his face free of moisture. Steele shook his head.
"No, I'm sorry, for not seeing your pain."
A few lengthy hours later, Troye tapped away on his phone, typing a message to his girlfriend.
'You're such a freak! Suicidal prick, you didn't even think about your friends and family!' She had sent. Naturally, Troye got extremely pissed. He harshly hit the call button.
"Well you're the one who never helped me when I had problems. Excuse me, but your god damn nail polish seems to be more important to you than me!" He ranted.
"Well you know what? I've been cheating on you with Parker! He's way better than your faggot ass. We're fucking over." Troye slammed his phone down, steaming with anger. Connor silently watched from afar. Troye screamed profanities as he punched his bed angrily.
"Tro," Connor started, sitting up from his plastic chair.
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Troye shrieked hysterically. Connor flinched, taken aback by Troye's violent attitude. "Just
leave me alone!"
Connor left the room, slightly afraid.
The following day, Troye had passed out from his break down. Laurelle, Steele, Tyde and Sage were seated outside Troye's room, patiently waiting for him to wake up. Connor was sitting next to them, playing anxiously with his fingers.
"He's not dying, right?" Laurelle nibbled on her lip nervously. Connor shook his head no.
"He's fine, but he's drained of energy. He needs rest, and possibly a shrink, but otherwise he's fine." Laurelle nodded her head, and went back to staring at a blank white wall.
Troye woke up within a few hours of Connor and Laurelle's small chat, nentally exhausted and done. His tear stains remained on his cheeks and his eyes were rimmed with red, as if he were Josh Dun from Twenty Øne Piløts.
"Are-you-no...I-is it over?" Tyde's eyes shimmered at Troye. He nodded before bursting into tears once mors.
"Oh Tokky." Laurelle cradled her son in her arms. Troye cried into his mother, sobbing every few seconds. Connor politely left the room to give the family their privacy. Sage played with her hair, watching her brother cry like he's never done before. It made her heart swell. Troye isn't the type of person to cry in public; he hated sobbing in front of people. However, this time, he couldn't heal the pain. His heart was torn in pieces, his brain was filled with melancholic sadness. He wasn't dying, but he was mentally. His heart was torn into pieces, his brain filled with misery. He couldn't even bring himself to touch his phone, let alone check his messages or social media accounts. He was breaking.
Connor stood outside, listening to Troye's sobbing. It was quite muffled, since he was crying into Laurelle, and he was outside the door. He had fallen attached to this curly haired boy; he admired his strength. Even the strongest people break. Crying doesn't mean you're weak; it means you're strong for battling your emotions like that. Many people who fight get hurt eventually. Troye was a warrior.