Trillie one shots

One shot n8

There's self harming on this chapter so if that's triggering for you, please don't read.

Billie's POV

I was depressed. I had been for at least two months. I didn't know why, I just felt like there was something holding me back.
I used to cut when I was younger after my dad passed so Mike called me at least once a day since I hadn't seen him and Tré in a while. He made me promise that I wouldn't hurt myself, but I couldn't keep the promise. I lied to him.
I was sitting on my bathroom floor wearing a shirt and boxers. I had a razor blade on my hand and blood was running down my arm and wrist.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the fresh wounds. I opened the bathroom door and walked into my room. I put on a pair of sweatpants and socks and I just laid in bed.
My cellphone ran and I picked up when I saw it was Tré. "Hi" I said almost whispering.
"Billie, Mike just had an accident"
"What? Where? Is he ok? Where are you?" I sat up.
"Im at the hospital. Mike is going in for surgery. He broke his leg, don't wo-"
"I'm on my way" I hung up and I ran downstairs. I grabbed my car keys and got in the car. I drove as fast as I could.
I parked and went inside the hospital looking for Tré. He was sitting on a chair in the corner of the waiting room.
"Tré!" I ran to him. He got up as soon as he saw me. "Where is he? Is he ok?"
"Yes, he'll be fine he just-" He looked down at my arm. I left my house in a hurry and I forgot to grab a jacket 'fuck' I thought 'fuckfuckfuckfuck'. "Billie what is that? Are you ok?"
"Yes-It's no-I'm fine" I tried to cover the marks with my other arm but he got closer and grabbed my hand. He took my arm and looked at the recently done scars.
"Billie-" He said something inaudible and a doctor burst into the room calling for him.
"Tré Cool?"
"Come with me Billie" He took my other hand and started walking towards the doctor.
"Mr. Pritchard is awake, you can go in the room with him" He pointed at a door. We both walked into the room, Tré was still holding my hand.
"Mike!" I hugged him as best as I could making sure I wasn't hurting him. Tré did the same thing.
"Billie it's so good to finally see you, how are you?" Mike asking made me feel so much worst about what I had done. Tré glanced at me and I looked at him with a guilty expression. "Guys, what's going on?" I just lifted my arm up for Mike to see. "Jesus, Billie"
"I'm sorry Mike, I really am"
"You don't have to apologise to me but please say something next time. You don't have to talk to me about it. You can just call and I'll do the talking. Please" I nodded.
A nurse walked in and told me and Tré that we had to leave for the day. We said goodbye to Mike and left.
As soon as I walked out the room, tears started running down my cheeks. Tré put his hand around my shoulders and walked me outside.
"Let me take you home" I nodded and got on Tré's car. "I'm going to stay with you, ok?" He held my hand throughout most of the drive home.
When Tré parked I got out of the car and opened the front door he walked in and we went upstairs. He helped me get into the bed and I asked him to stay. He snuggled with me and I couldn't help it, I broke down crying. I buried my face in Tré's chest and he held me close.
"I promise it's going be alright"