Tyler's POV
I finally convinced Troye too get sleep. I stood there in bed with my arms rapped around his stomach wide awake for at least 2 hours. I might be a little over protective... a lot.... But it pains me to see him shake like that having a nightmare.
But he's been fine for 2 hours now, I think now he was having a dream. So I decided to get some rest myself. But, before I could even have my eyelids have contact with each other, the bed started shaking violently.
I thought it was a earthquake guessing that we're in California. It seemed pretty severe so I had to wake up Troye immediately. Then was when it realized it wasn't even a earthquake. It was Troye. Why was he shaking so violently? It seemed like he was having a seizure. But at the same time he was crying extremely hard and saying,
"My fault! No No! My fault!"
He twisted and turned rapidly. What am I doing just standing here? I need to wake him up!
"Troye! Wake up! Are you ok? You were crying and shaking!" I said shaking him. I pulled him up from his laying down and set him in my arms. His hands where on my chest, crying on my shirt. I felt so bad, I know I shouldn't I've never felt like this before, but I've had a family member who did this.
"No..." Troye said. It blended with his crying, I don't know how I even heard that... It was so hoarse.
"Tilly.. I have these little voices in my head, they don't stop, a-and I don't know how to fix it, they go on, that's why I said no, one voice told me to hurt you..." Troye quoted. "They'll sometimes take over me... I wish they could stop..." He said when a little tear trickled down his eye.
"It's OK, Troye," I said planting a kiss on his forehead. "How about, in the morning, we can take a little trip to Starbucks for breakfast?"
"Sure Tilly!" The sound of that made him so happy. It even made me smile seeing him like that. If he was happy I wanted him to stay happy. Which means, I did NOT want him back to sleep.
"Can I stay up? I really don't feel like going back too sleep..." Troye asked.
"No problem, I don't want you back to sleep as well, Troye," I responded.
Finally I could get the rest I wanted. But it was used up for a good reason. I lay down and got the rest I requested...
*IN THE MORNING*
Shit was It really that long ago I fell asleep? It was 5:30 in the morning when I went to sleep, It's now 9:42. What the actual fuck. But something else that was awkward... Troye wasn't in bed.. I heard water running. What am I thinking, he's probably taking a shower. Uhh, maybe I should check...
I knocked on the door, "Babe you ok?" I asked.
"Yea, just taking a shower Tilly," He responded.
Oh thank goodness... I thought he started his habit again.... Don't worry about it Tyler.. Anyways, since Troye was in the show I decided to get prepared for my turn in the shower. Maybe, Just maybe today Troye's depression will go away!
A/N
OMG GUYS I AM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SO I AM UPLOADING TWO CHAPTERS C:!!! YAY :D!!!! I like balls. Ok sorry for it being so late, I got distracted by watching youtube/tumblr. So I reread my fanfic, you guys really like this crap. Omg my fanfics are horrible... Maybe it's because I am the one who made it. Physics. Anyways, see you next chapter. *wink* BYEEEEE
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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...