*Before you read this story please note this chapter involves light swearing and self-harm and may be triggering, please be weary when reading. I do not promote self-harm in anyway and suggest seeking help if you do self-harm.*
I gasped but then put on my pest poker face and walked up to Troye, closing the door on my way. I hugged him as he cried into my shirt, I didn’t care that he was leaving tear stains on my shirt or possibly even blood. I haven’t known Troye long but in the short time we’ve known each other I feel as if we have been best friends for years, he is like the little brother I never had. I regained composure and pulled away, I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out bandages and a wet cloth. I gently grabbed Troyes wrist and cleaned it with the wet cloth, I then covered it with a light layer of alcohol and then wrapped it in a small bandage, not wanting to put on the sticky bandages in case he’s allergic. I did the same to the opposite wrist and gave him another hug. “Do you have any more cuts?” I asked him. He nodded and lifted his shirt to expose more cuts along his sides, these ones longer and a bit deeper.
I looked at them and realized I had silent tears coming from my eyes. I cleaned them too, this time with even more care as the blood was dried and old. Only when all the cuts were cleaned I noticed how many he had, how many scars lined his body. “Here, take of your shirt” I instructed him, he did so with my help. It had blood dried on it so I put it in a washing pile and went to the door. I opened it slightly and stuck my head out, everyone was waiting at the door “Could you please pass me one of Troyes clean shirts?” I asked no one in particular. Zoe nodded and went to get one, she soon returned with a black shirt. “Thankyou” I said and closed the door.
I walked back over to Troye and gave him the shirt, I helped him put it on and he cried some more. I rubbed his back and soon I was also silently crying. He then looked up from the hug and dried his eyes. He was soon no longer crying, instead he was just occasionally sniffling. “I-I’m sorry, and thank you” He said. “It’s ok” I smiled, “Do you want to tell me why you do it?” I asked. He nodded and we sat on the edge of the bath.
“The hate, it’s just too much. I do it because it’s like a, uhh, stress reliever. I had stopped for a while but when I got out of the meeting earlier today people came up to me. They said I was a gay piece of shit and I couldn’t sing. They said ‘Go kill yourself, it would be music to my ears’” He had tears running down his checks now. I simply sat there shocked. “That’s horrible” I said, “Ohh Troye, I’m so sorry, don’t listen to them. Your fine and your very talented.” I hugged him once more, “Ugh, I’m so mad at them now” And I truly was. “Thankyou Amanda” Troye said, I patted his back in acknowledgement. “I think I’m going to go have a nap now, I’m really tired.” He said. “Wait, Troye, next time just talk to me, please don’t do this again” I said. He nodded his head and walked out. I followed him out the bathroom and watched him go into his room.
“Troye self-harms, he was getting a lot of hate today” I said quietly, so only Joe, Zoe and Alfie could hear. They all looked shocked but didn’t say anymore except lots of ‘Ohs’ and ‘That’s horrible.’ I dried my checks from the remaining tears and followed everyone to the lounge.
~Later That Night~
Joe flopped onto the bed next to me, “I feel so bad for Troye” he said. “Yea, he’s such a nice guy as well” I said as I snuggled up to Joe. He kissed me goodnight as I felt sleep over come me.
A/N
So this is probably the final chapter of the whole ‘Troye’ thing. Sorry it’s a short chapter BUT I uploaded twice today so don’t hate, Kay? I also apologise if this chapter made you uncomfterble for whatever reason. I’m trying to make this story go for at least 20 parts but its turning out to be hard… If you did enjoy this chapter then please let me know by voting, commenting, sharing, adding to your library and TELL YOUR GRANDMA ABOUT ME! Lol love you, bye.
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