Troye death warning
The window had dimmed, shadowing my view of the outside. It drew shadows along the floors, painting a movie in black and white as the wind brushed the branches.
It had been the second time I was woken up by a nurse, needing to do the compulsory checks after a couple of hours.
I couldn't go back to sleep. The previous conversations I had earlier that day circled in my head. A doctor had knocked on the door after Zoe, Caspar and Louise. He had came in to tell me my condition.
A Concussion. Anorexia. Amnesia.
So I had blanks in my memories?
It was an unusual feeling, knowing that parts of my life I had no idea happened. Then there was the question of when would I get them back? Would I ever get them back?
I wrapped my arms around myself, starting to feel cold. My grip tightened as I continued to think.
My inner mantra abruptly stopped as I felt my fingers dig into my palms. Small crescent moons were etched into my hands.
Thinking about possibilities won't change the outcome. Sleep was a better option. I fell back onto my pillow, slightly stiff from the strange fabric they use.
The odd thought would pop in, pushing sleep further away, yet I still managed to drift into an uneasy dreamstate.
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Three days since I woke up. My friends had been visiting, rotating with who was saying hello. I hadn't seen them since yesterday though.
I had wanted to ask them about what actually happened the day I got injured. My dad had yet to visit me. Despite his hatred towards me, he would surely come in to check my condition, or yell at me at how I could do something so stupid.
There was something that I was forgetting though. He - no we were supposed to go somewhere. A few days ago we had a trip planned. Where... I couldn't remember. But I've missed the date. Surely he would be angry.
Maybe he left me behind.
Would I be happy if he did? Would I be relieved, that, finally, I won't have to deal with the abuse anymore if he actually did leave me?
Or would I panic, knowing I had nowhere to go? Would I be scared? Terrified? Would I have a place to sleep?
I wouldn't know.
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Remembering was hard. Memories had slowly trickled in, slowly completing the puzzle I had been working so hard to finish. The last piece clicked in place, and I could see the whole picture.
It had been five days since I woke up.
Yet Zoe, Caspar and everyone else hadn't mentioned a single word about Tyler.
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"How's Tyler?" The question was sprung onto them two minutes after they knocked on my door.
Ten seconds of silence passed.
"You've got your memory back" Zoe muttered, before her eyes widened. She ran towards me, tackling me into a hug. I winced slightly as she squeezed me too tight.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I murmured through her top. I rubbed her back.
Jim and Caspar stood still.
I waited, continuing to calm Zoe. Jim was the first to speak.
"He had been in a concussion for three days. Yesterday his heart failed on him."
I stopped moving. My body went numb and my mind went blank. A feeling was pounding in my head, so strong that I felt nothing.
A/N yeah its been two months I know.
Big reveal...?
I didn't even have 3/4 of this story planned when I first started writing it. So majority of these ideas come up a week after the last chapter.
So that's why most triggers aren't in the description.
Also, my brother has left for the navy. So that happened.
Ya. I'll see if I can update this soon. Maybe when there's a chapter left, I'm going to start a new phanfic (with a plan) so loom forward to that.
That's all folks.
I'm ma go now.
BYE!.
Jam.