Troye's POV
I woke up, it was tragic, horrid, but just a dream... I felt numbness, I was shaking and crying. I've had nightmares like these ever since I've seen those comments on tumblr,twitter, youtube, and facebook. I felt weak and helpless. I feel like I shouldn't even exist, but for some fucking reason, I have to.
I needed someone, by my side. Being in a hotel alone wasn't as great. Of course everyone would be sleep at 4:30 A.M. I know you guys are thinking, why not call Tyler? Why, he doesn't like me, and besides he's sleep. But I wouldn't assume.
All these thoughts flooding through my head as I sat there on the end of the bed feeling numbness, shaking, and crying. I needed anyone, someone by my side right now.
I tried my hardest getting up and grabbing my phone. It was painful due to all the recent cuts on my sides. But who cares....
I dialed Connor
No answer
Casper
No answer
Hannah
No answer
Tyler-
"Hello?"
"Tilly?" I responded.
"Why on earth are you calling me at 4:30?" Tyler questioned
"I had a nightmare, I'm so sorry for waking you up Tilly! I just needed someone please.."
At that moment, the tiny little voices flooded my mind once more....
"Troye, just, die, like, now, plz?"
"Tyler would NEVER take a dick like you..."
"Make more cuts please :D!
"Still drawing my fanart about you dying!"
"Tilly please..." I said shaking.
"OK babe I'm on my way, just calm down alright, lay down and maybe watch T.V."
"K Tilly," I responded ending the call.
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Dark (A troyler fanfiction)
Random19 year old Troye Sivan suffers from the hate from his former fans and the constant loosing of friendship. The only way to fix it, and make him happy.. Is self harm. On the other hand 25 year old Tyler is the only person left to help the broken boy...
