Give (Tronnor)

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Troye
My eyes flutter open to the sound of whispering in my room. I rub my eyes softly and sit up slowly, trying to figure out who is in my bedroom. My vision slowly begins to focus and I realize that it is my mom and dad.

"Troye are you awake?" My mom inquires. I nod my head softly, still too groggy to form coherent sentences.

"Your letter came in the mail," my dad states coolly.

"My what?" I ask, my voice slightly raspy from sleep.

"Your letter from Breckinridge," my mother says enthusiastically. My heart immediately sinks to my stomach. It's been a week since I applied to that hell hole, and now I'm certain that I've been accepted.

"Great," I mutter sarcastically as I grip a corner of my sheets and run my thumb over the soft black silk.

"Well, don't you want to read it?" My mother asks me with a tone that I cannot identify.

"Okay give it to me," I say with a sigh. She passes me the envelope that is already open and I pull the piece of paper out. My eyes scan the letter, only reading the words "congratulations", "accomplishment", "acceptance", "check-in", and "dorm assignments."

"Wow that's...."I begin to say something snide, but I look up at my mother. A look of pure joy and happiness is plastered on her face, a look that I have not seen in years. I withhold myself from my snarky remark and replace it with "amazing!"

"Oh, your father and I are so proud of you! You better get packing though, check-in is tomorrow morning at noon!" My mother exclaims. They both happily walk out of my room, closing my door behind them. The moment the door snaps into place in the doorframe, I drop the fake smile and allow the pain to run wild in the form of tears down my cheeks.

"I can't do this," I say aloud to myself.

"I c-can't go to this f-fucking academy and pretend like everything is o-okay,"I stammer, the tears dripping down my chin. I wipe them away quickly. I rest my body on the backboard of my bed and pull my knees up to my chin. Sitting in that position, I stare out my window at the dark gray clouds and the deep blue ocean, longing to be a million miles away.

Hours pass. Or maybe it's just long minutes that feel like hours. I can't tell the difference anymore.

Eventually, I get up from my comfortable bed and begin digging through my closet, trying to find my suitcase. There's so much clutter, however, so I'm forced to lay on my stomach in order to dig through the piles of clothes.

"Hey, Troye-" I hear my door open and my brother Tyde walks in. Upon seeing me helplessly digging in my closet, he smirks and giggles.

"Damn Troye, I don't blame you for leaving the closet. It's a fucking wreck. Although, I'm sure a faggot like you felt comfortable, considering you're the biggest fucking wreck ever to walk the Earth," Tyde says with a laugh. I stare down at my hands and begin to snap the rubber band out of habit.

"What do you want, Tyde?" I ask, choking back the few remaining tears that didn't find their way out this morning.

"Mum is taking me to the store, and dad is going to work early, so you have the house to yourself for a few hours. Oh, and no fucking boys while we're gone, Troye," he says in a mock endearing tone. He leaves my room and cracks my door, allowing me to hear him laughing to himself as he walks down the hallway.

Wow I'm so thankful to have such a loving and caring brother. What ever would I do without him? I ask myself sarcastically. Be happy. I respond to myself. I let out a soft sigh and continue digging, eventually finding my giant suitcase.

I drag it out and cast it onto my bed. I take my time to fold my clothes nicely and to pack them away into the suitcase in an organized way. I also throw in some toiletries, a few books, and I secretly stash my pack of cigarettes in between two shirts. I don't smoke them often, only when things get really bad and I need a distraction.

Within the hour, I have my entire room, bedding and all, packed away into suitcases. I only leave a blanket and a pillow out so I can sleep on the couch tonight.

I walk downstairs to find that the house is still empty. Thank god.

I stand in the kitchen and rest my palms on the cool countertops. I lift my head to look out the kitchen window at the beach. Fuck it. I say to myself. I run back upstairs to find my swim trunks in my suitcase. Digging through the mass amounts of clothes I packed, I find a pair of black trunks. I quickly peel off my pajamas and throw the shorts on and make my way down the stairs and out the front door.

The crisp fall wind feels good against my pale skin. The smell of salt lingers in the air, slightly burning my nose as I trudge over the sand dunes to the shore.

I sit down close enough to the waters edge where the cold liquid slightly washes over my bare feet. The sound of seagulls screeching fills my eardrums and I let out a soft sigh.

"How can I leave this place? This is the one place that truly makes me happy," I mutter softly to myself.

For the past two years, I have been coming down the beach every single time I feel dejected or depressed, so nearly every day. Something about the mixture of sand, sea salt, and the chilly ocean tides soothes my anxiety and puts me at ease. This beach is the only thing that I have left, and now I am being forced to leave it.

The silence is soon interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket. I look at the caller I.D. and quickly answer the phone.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Where the hell are you?" My father questions sternly.

"I'm just down at the beach," I say quietly.

"Well get your ass back up to the house right this minute and help your mother with the groceries. It'll do your scrawny ass some good to do some heavy lifting," my father says. I try to respond but he hangs up the phone before I can get any words out. I sigh as I stand up and gather up my towel. As I am walking back up to the house, I stop and turn around slightly to look at the ocean.

I'm gonna miss you. I think to myself. I turn back around and embark on my journey back to the hell I call home.

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Hi loves! I know I know, this chapter is kinda shitty but I promise the next chapter will have more juicy action ;) Don't forget to vote, comment, and recommend this story to your friends, family, and hell, even your pets! I love you all to the moon and back -Zie