American Boy (Tracob) [COMPLETED]

twenty five

troyes pov

"you are diagnosed with depression."

i felt weird turns in my stomach and i felt my heartbeat pounding hard.

"i am not depressed." i spoke slowly.

"oh, so you do speak." the doctor said.

"but you are, im sorry but you cannot deny it," he said, he grabbed out a notepad. "if it gets worse at all, call this number, and i'll give him pills and i'll sign him up for a therapist." the doctor handed a note to nicole. nicole nodded, and put the note in her pocket.

"i dont need pills or a therapist and im not depressed." i began to feel angry.

"troye, this is very serious. if you dont take this seriosuly things can get worse and go terribly wrong." he informed.

"like what?" i asked.

"well, you could start harming yourself, and you could start having suicidal thoughts." 

"and if any of that happens, you need to tell nicole right away." 

"okay." i said.

"and also, i meant to ask, why do you have a bandage over you head?" he asked me.

"i fell." i lied.

nicole sighed, "he purposely bashed his head into a mirror." nicole told the truth.

"is this true troye?" he asked.

i looked down and slowly nodded my head.

"lieing wont make things better." he said.

"nicole." i muttered.

"please contact me as soon as you notice things getting worse." the doctor had a very sad and serious look on his face.

"i will."

"thank you, dr.lambert." nicole thanked.

he nodded, and nicole forced me to stand up.

"lets go." she held onto my arm and walked me out.

"you dont believe this bs do you?" i asked nicole as we got into the car.

"yes, i actually do troye." she said, turning on the car.

"whatever. all of this is stupid and doesnt matter. whatever is going on will surley be gone once jacob wake up." i mumbled.

***

i saw my phone light up in the dark room, and for once i actually looked at it.

27 missed messages from Connah

12 missed calls from mum 

9 missed messages missed from mum

okay, i get it phone.

i unlocked my phone, and looked through the missed text messages.

mum: hi troye

hi

hello?

troye?

are you okay? 

is your phone off? 

please answer me soon...

troye!

answer me!!

these were all from weeks ago. 

me: sorry mum