20. Lou, I don't feel good
As I saw my house in the distance I started to slow, approaching extremely carefully. When I got to my driveway my dad's car was gone letting me know it was safe, I jogged up to the door and was about to open it when I hear a car pull up. I stopped dead in my tracks slowly letting go of the door knob and turning around, but to my surprise it wasn't my dad, it was louis again. "Ash" he yelled getting out of the car, face still filled with tears. I bit the inside of my lip as I burst threw the door shutting and locking in behind me as I ran up to my room. I heard banging on the door fallowed by louis yells. I did my best to ignore them as I ran into my room locking the door and walking to my radio turning on Three Days Grace: I Hate Everything About You, and turning the nob so it was on full blast. Then turned on my heel running over to my bathroom once again locking the door. At this point I knew he couldn't hear me so I fell onto and let out every cry I had been suppressing. I reached up pulling open my drawer and shuffling around until I found a razor. I brought it down to me and pulled up my sleeve waisting no time piercing my skin with the razor, an instant relief fell over my body as I repeated my actions slit after slit. I heard loud screams and bangs now at my bedroom door, I wasn't really wonder how louis got in my house, but instead when he would leave. I continued leaving more cuts, accept in my other arm this time, because my original arm was full and there was literally no more room to keep going. Suddenly I realized how he got in when I heard a loud crash of my door being flung open. " Ashton!" He screamed though tears, I closed my eyes, holding the razor were it was in my arm praying he wouldn't come in as pushed it deeper and deeper in my skin. But that was no use, he started banging on the room. Repeatedly begging me to open the door, and crying my name over and over. Suddenly the door burst open, louis sanding in the doorway. His face was bright red, his cheeks had tear stains and his eyes were dark. He turned to me, looking down at my arms and somehow managing to cry harder. He fell on the ground in front of me, ripping the razor from my grip and throwing it across the room. "Ash!" He yelled. I sat motionless looking at my arms. "Ash!" He yelled again grabbing my hands, squeezing them tight. "Look at me" he cried. I slowly lifted my head and our eyes met. Mine had no emotion, just blank blue orbs. He let go of my hands, and pulled me into a hug, not caring about the blood that covered his shirt. I tried to push him away, but the loss of blood decreased my strength and made it impossible for me to do so. He held me close as he cried over my shoulder. "Lou" I mumbled against his chest. He pulled away, but put his hands on my cheeks, " yes love" he sniffled in a shaky tone. I looked down at my arms " I don't feel so good"