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.