~Previously~
He picked up our cups and started leaving.
I stopped him before he walked out the door.
"Why cant you tell me?" I asked In need of an answer.
"The less you know, the better."
~Louis' Pov~
He slammed the door shut leaving me curious.
All I could do was listen to the sound of his footsteps fading away.
Well, on the bright side he didn't handcuff me again.
I wonder if he forgot to lock the door..He did walk away rather quickly.
I got up and slowly made my way over to the stairs.
I went to reach for the knob but quickly stopped myself.
If I wanna get out of here I cant go now...Ill wait till he's asleep.
My shaky had reached out and slowly twisted the knob, Just making sure its un locked.
I slowly made my way back down the stairs.
I sat down and immediately started thinking about the topic that was always on my mind.
My Family.
If only I knew that the moment I rejected the offer of going to NY would change my life, I would have went.
It's all my fucking fault.
It always was, is, and will be.
Why am I such a fuck up?
My eyes started to water as depression built up inside of me, completely taking over.
I let my head fall into my hands as the tears spilled out all at once.
I sat there quietly sobbing, you would think because I was kidnapped, but that is my Last problem.
I heard of people cutting to relief depression but I've never thought of trying it.
But, there is a first time for everything..
I got on my knees and crawled over to a corner where I found shattered glass.
I picked up a long piece and let my shaky hand press it to the exposed skin on my wrist.
I squeezed my eyes shut and ran the glass across my wrist feeling the blood slowly drip down my arm.
I let out a sigh of relief.
I didn't think it would be much help, but it does.
I moved down and swiped the glass across my wrist again and again feeling the depression decrease more and more each cut.
Soon I had what seemed like puddles of blood dripping down my arm.
I released the glass and let it fall into the puddle of blood that formed on the floor.
I craved to do more but forced myself to stop mainly because the fact I couldn't see either of my wrists anymore.
But, I was satisfied for what I've done because for once in a long time I felt free of everything.
Depression, Sadness, Anger etc..
All gone.
I scooted away from the blood puddle and laid down on the cold concrete floor.
I watched the blood slide down from each cut until I was taken into a deep sleep.
~Harry's Pov~
I slammed the door and walked away.
I entered my room, shutting the door behind me.
I went into my bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror running my fingers through my hair.
I sighed and turned on the shower, taking off my clothes while it adjusted.
I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run down my body as I thought.
I thought about how He looked so hurt, scarred, and depressed.
I also thought of the fact that in probably making it 10x worse for him.
But that's just for now.
He'll be better soon.
I'm positive:All He Needs Is Love.
But going through with this I'm scared for one reason.
What if I'm not the one he finds love with?
I'd be left Hopeless
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A/N:
Ello Babes <3
Just saying this Chapter was not meant to encourage you to cut while dealing with depression. Its actually a horrible way. :/
And If you have cut or are cutting pls stop and stay Strong. <3
But yea sorry its kinda Short/Crappy Chapter...
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~Taylor Horan
