Lean on Me

"You are strong. You stopped on you own." I told him. "Being strong is never doing it in the first place Kath." He whispered while hugging me.


2. The trail Project

*Three weeks Later*

"Katherine Marshal." A lady called. I walked up to the front and was escorted to the main office. In the time that I have been here I have attempted suicide 4 times and have been caught cutting 8 times. I was told to sit down in the chair. They left the room but I knew that I was being watched. Soon the director and a boy walked in. The director sat behind the desk and the boy sat next to me. 

"Miss. Marshal I would like to introduce you to Mr. Louis Tomlinson." He said I looked over to see the boy with his hand extended. I took it and shook it gently. "We are trying a new rehabilitation for you. Mr. Tomlinson has agreed to let you stay with him for two weeks. You might be upset by this but realize that he knows a bit more about your situation. And Mr. Tomlinson do keep an eye on her she has a tendency to over react over little things and try's to kill herself them." He continued. I looked at Louis who was now angry.

"Pardon me but who gives you the right to say whether or not things are big or small. Thats right it isn't. It clearly matters to her, have a little more humanity. Come on love we are leaving." He stated bluntly before taking my hand and leading me out of the building to his car. As he helped me in I could see his shirt lift up and reveal faint white scars along his hips. He walked around to the driver side and got in. He started the car and started the drive to his place.

"So.... Thank you Louis... for sticking up for me." I said. He laced his fingers in mine and gave my hand a light squeeze. 

"No problem. So how old are you?" He asked.

"17 what about you?" 

"21... but at times I can be mistaken for an overgrown 5 year old." He told me I giggled. His smile grew bigger. "I love your smile." He said blood rushed to my cheeks. "Wanna stop for some ice cream?" He asked. I shook my head. He pulled over. 

"Lou can we get on the road again." I asked him

"Not until you say yes to my question and promise to eat it without trowing it up." He said. I looked up at him with sad eyes.

"I can't..." I whispered. 

"You can. Trust me I did the same thing that you are doing to yourself. The real full meal type thing that I ate with out throwing up was Ice Cream. It makes everything better. Please try it for me." He told me. I nodded. Satisfied with my answer he pulled onto the road. He turned the corner to a drive thru Ice cream place. He ordered a triple chocolate for himself and a strawberry for me. 

"Why strawberry?" I asked.

"Because it tastes the least fattening which makes it easier for you not to want to throw it up and me I'm  a chocoholic." He said I laughed as he passed me my ice cream. I used the spoon and scraped some off the top and ate it. It tasted really good I let a tear slip out of my eye. He parked the car and put a hand on my back. I started to cry. He placed the ice cream on the dashboard and pulled me to his lap and let me cry. "Just let it all out. You did great. I'm really proud." He cooed. I soon found myself falling asleep.

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