Its Been A While

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~1 Month Later~

Troye's P.O.V

Its been a month since I've seen Tyler and it has been hard. I've begun to get depressed and not eat as much as I should, so I've lost 5 pounds. I've also begun to cut, but not deep cuts. Just light enough to make a scratch but not bleed. Sometimes I wish I would make deeper cuts. It would take away the pain that I am feeling and make me focus on different pain. I don't want to tell anyone about it because then they would feel bad for me. I don't want any pity, I just want Tyler back.

Reaching towards the nightstand to grab a blade, I hear the door handle start to turn. I quickly shove my sleeves back down my arms and crawl under the covers pretending to be asleep.

"Troye? You haven't come out of your room for days, are you alright?" asked Tyde. He sounded genuinely concerned, so I just groaned and told him to go away. Not listening, he came over to the side of the bed and laid down. He wrapped his arm around me and I rolled over to look at him. Making a mistake, I reached my arm out from under the duvet and my sleeve rolled up. Without having enough time to fix my sleeve, Tyde noticed it and pulled my sleeve all the way up. "WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE?!" he shouted.

"Shh!!" I whispered. "I don't want anyone figuring out!" I pulled my sleeve down and shoved my arms under the covers. "And they are cuts, for your information. It's not like they're permanent so what do you care?"

"You can't just cut for the fun of it yeah know. You might hurt yourself." Tyde said, starting to get annoyed.

"I don't give a fuck Tyde now go away!" I yelled. "AND DON'T TELL ANYONE!!!". Tyde slowly got out of the bed and left the room. I heard him start to cry but at this moment I didn't care about anything or anyone except for Tyler. I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow, letting all my tears let lose, making my pillow turn wet after a few minutes.

After about an hour, I slowly drifted off into the land that I loved so much just to escape reality.

Tyler's P.O.V

I really miss Troye. I call and Skype him everyday and he seems to be losing more and more energy every time. He either has a ton of energy or no energy at all. I know that these are the signs of depression but Troye just isn't the type of person who would be depressed. He also tends to sweat more, although he wears heavier clothing. I just can't wait to see him again. I want to tell him I like him but I don't know how. I don't think I can do it, I just can't.

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