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8. Chapter 8


Lou's p.o.v:


I have been crying non stop for about an hour now. I didn't want to face the world anymore, I didn't want to see Harry's perfect face at all. It would just hurt too much. I wiped my eyes and glanced in the mirror. All I saw was a broken lad staring back at me. I couldn't look away. I allowed everyone to tear me down for so many years... It's my fault, my fault that I was at my breaking point.


This is when deep down, I knew that I was depressed. The only thing I knew that people did that said helped with their depression was with one tool. I have always hated this though but who knew in a few short years that I would be the one trying it. I got up and went to my shelf and pulled out a fresh new razor. I knew this was wrong and that I shouldn't even think of doing this, but I feel so worthless.


I took it apart so that all that was in between my fingertips was the blade. I knew how this worked unfortunately and made 3 cuts on each arm. I hissed at the pain at first but soon it was numb. I watched as just a little bit of blood started forming from all six cuts and watched as they slowly started to drip to my palm. The sad part was; I didn't regret doing it. Before I knew it I made one more on each arm before hiding the blade and went into my bathroom and started to clean up. I made sure they stopped bleeding before I slipped some bracelets on. If I put a bandage on them I knew the lads would notice quickly. Luckily I wear a lot of bracelets all the time so it won't be easy to tell if anything was there. 


As soon as I got out of the bathroom I jumped a bit as I saw the lads all in my room. "Um, hey lads." Liam just glared at me. "You were supposed to hang out with us. Remember?" I sighed. "I didn't forget mate, I was busying writing songs." This time it was his turn to sigh. "Louis this is one of our free days and you'd rather write than hang out with you four mates?" Niall asked in disbelief. I shrugged my shoulders slightly. "You all turned in at least one song, I have turned in zero. I've been pushing this off so I decided to work on it for once."


Niall sighed and he got up and left the room, Zayn following after him leaving Liam and Harry in the room. "This is getting old Louis." Liam said as he left the room. Then there was two. Louis looked at Harry who seemed to be slightly glaring at him. "Louis I don't know what your problem has been lately but you need to stop." I frowned some. "I'm just  tired ." I said and he just shook his head and sighed. "I know Lou, I'm sorry." He looked at me and gave me a small smile. "I'll talk to the lads, just lay down and relax okay?" I nodded and with that Harry left and I did as he asked and I went and laid down in my bed and pulled the blanket over me as I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.



Later I woke up and I had the biggest headache. I sat up and reached over for some medicine and took them quickly. Afterwards I went to the bathroom and I changed my bandages. I glanced at myself in the mirror and frowned. I looked dead. Oh well I guess, if the lads don't care, why should I care? I walked out and sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

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