Catch Me If You Can (Sequel to To Find You)

And I'm Locking Up Anyone Who's Every Laid a Finger on Me

"Louis, babe," he said confused. "What's going on? I just heard her in the kitchen. She's fine."

And oh my god she was in the fucking kitchen. The fucking kitchen and for some messed up fucking reason Harry didn't understand what could possibly cause Louis to loose his mind as soon as he heard the word kitchen.

There were knives in the kitchen. Lots of pretty, sharp, silver, knives. There were also scissors, but she seemed to lean more towards the knives as a way of suicide. He could just imagine her cutting herself to pieces while he was on the phone with her boyfriend.

"Harry fuck no. Go in there and keep her from doing this. Go go go. Oh my god oh my god. She's so sick so sick. Go run now," he cried out hysterically.

He collapsed on the ground and muttered the last words in a broken sob before the line went dead.

"Go save my daughter."

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Day Four

"And the thing is like, I've been depressed since I was twelve and suicidal since I was fifteen. It never occurred to me that thinking about dying and which way would hurt the least would end up leading into wanting to die almost every single day. And god they're so protective of me, Anne. Those two boys won't let me spend a moment on my own anymore, and I know that they're scared, I'm scared too. But I need to be alone. I need to have some sort of control in my life. It used to be controlling the amount of food I ate and how many times I would slice my own skin, but now, I can't control anything. I'm going mad. "

"Sweetheart, you know they love you."

"I know they love me but that's not enough. I need to love myself first, then I can accept love from others. And what they- all of you- and I mean no disrespect at all from this, need to understand, is that it's my decision if I want to take my own life. And mine alone."

"You sound just like Gem," she whispered sadly. "You know, she said the exact same words that you did when Harry found her. The poor child was only twelve. That's why he's acting like this, love. He doesn't want to see you end up like his sister. "

"I thought she was better?" she asked confused. "He told me she was better. That she would be a good example. What are you saying?"

"She is, she is," she quickly corrected, making Olivia sag in her bed, relieved. "But because of the after-effects of her disorder, she won't be able to do certain normal things ever . Such as having children."

That was like a slap to the face.

"What?" the girl's voice cracked. "What do you mean she can't have children?"

"Her periods stopped," Anne explained simply, watching Olivia's every move with concentrated eyes, keeping herself from getting more upset than she already was. "And when they came back, ti was too late for her body to start producing eggs for her to have children. By the time she is able to have kids, she'll be well over forty. She lost her only chance of having a family, all of because of her dislike to ask for help."