Tyler's POV
Merry mood ends
As his sobs begin
Strides to the door
Quite knock on the oak
Hearing Troye's sobs
My heart truly broke
Turning the knob
As I slowly breath in
Seeing him
Curled upon the bed
As if he was
Just a little kid
Holding him
I sing a lullaby
Soothing the demons
Filling his head
The sobs end slowly
As he sits up in bed
His eyes rather red
A kiss upon his head
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
A tiny tear
Down his face
Till my thumb
Wipes it away
"It's ok if today's not the day"
Long fingers put
The passcode in
He solomly types
No emotion in his eyes
Just the dim light
Illuminates his face
Till he passes me the phone
Quite a bit later
He wrote me a note
I was abused. He took my soul as I taught me I was worthless. The words that I would sing through my lips became less and less common till I was basked in the silence. Till the demons came alive. I've forgotten my voice and the songs I would sing every Thursday at the bar on 10th hopping I would be noticed, but never was, except in my dreams. I guess that's gone now. I know better than to dream;they're screams from the flashbacks. Something was off from the start with him. He seemed so cute and was so humble, but there was something in his eyes. Eyes are windows to the soul. I trusted him and ignored my intuition. Promise rings to engagement rings. 18-20. When he placed the ring upon my finger, something came alive inside him. He became abusive. I remember the blood and bruises, knives and drugs. Especially all of the empty bottles. Most of all, I remember how he raped me so many times, when my head would slam against the wall as he would push into me. But I pushed him away, the day I escaped after he had left, drunk or high maybe. I can't recall.
Numb all over
As if I was in the cold
For much too long
He was abused and alone
In the dark
Nightmares in sync
Mine from depression
Or anorexia I think
His played out live
The room was a stage
A show I wish
I could act
To change
Late
But better
Than never
A/N Hello! Long time no see. Sorry guys. I was busy last week. I started physical therapy. It's exhausting, but thank god for Lush and Starbucks. I usually get either a soy chai frappichinio or a green tea frappichinio. Yum. I like the coffee stuff a lot, but I'm limited on caffeine with my inhaler.
You got to hear a bit more of Troye's story. Any ideas of who we may be speaking of?
This is going to get really interesting.
❤️Phoenix
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Silence : Troyler A.U.
Fanfiction4 years 21 days since Troye Sivan last spoke. Abused and broken He's so very alone. Until he meets Tyler. Things start to turn around. But then something happens that sends his whole world spiraling out of control, along with the people around him...
