I don't feel anything anymore.
Welcome back to TSLBM! This writers block is killing me but I feel bad that I'm not updating so here ya go and sorry it sucks! I'mma try third person and hope I don't fail terribly!
My phone is being stupid right now so there won't be any song in the media, sorry!
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Third person p.o.v
Darcy laid in the hospital bed not moving, not speaking. She stares at the wall infront of her just thinking. She hates the weight she's gained but she knows she can't leave if she doesn't gain enough.
"Are you alright?" Jack asked her. She doesn't speak just continues to stare at the wall. "Please don't ignore me, you're getting better, this is good," he said. "Do you want me to call your parents?" Her husband asked. She doesn't answer and he sighs. "I'm calling them maybe seeing them will help," he said more to himself than her. He pulls his phone out and dials the number.
"Jack?" Louis questions.
"Darcy's just laying here and staring at the wall she hasn't said a word since her weigh in and I'm getting worried," he explains running his hands through his hair.
"Me and Harry will be there with the baby,"
"OK, see you when you get here," he hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. "They'll be here and they're bringing the baby," he informed his wife.
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Louis and Harry walked down the hospital halls while Louis held their baby girl. They get to Darcy's room and open the door. Darcy laid there unmoving as they walked inside.
"Hey baby," Louis said softly. "I brought your sister to come and meet you," he walked over to her bed with Harry close behind. He brushed his hand through her hair lightly. "Someone wants to meet you. Darcy meet your sister, Avianna Abella Styles-Tomlinson," he introduced them.
"Please say something," Harry begged. "Baby girl, you're so beautiful you're not fat please don't be like this," he sighed. "I miss my baby girl,"
"I'm fine, now please just leave me alone," Darcy said and turned towards them.
"Sweetie, we know it's hard, OK? We love you and we miss you," Louis told his daughter.
"You have no idea what any of this is like so don't act like you do!" She yelled sitting up.
"I know exactly what it's like! I went through the same thing! It's in the family, almost everyone on my mothers side has gone through, we can help you baby girl! Let us help you!" He yelled back. "If your sister starts to cry, I swear," he warned.
"Can I hold her?" She asked quietly. Her mother nods and carefully hands her over. "Avianna is a beaitiful name," she smiled.
"It's a french name, my mother speaks it fluently," Harry said.
"Nana Anne speaks french?" She questioned her father.
"Yup, we were gonna name you Avianna but I always wanted to name my first daughter Darcy,"
"He begged and begged for us to name you Darcy, drove me crazy," Louis laughed.
"Hey! I did not!" Harry pouted.
"Keep dreaming," Louis said. Darcy smiled at her parents and looked down at her sister. She kissed her forehead and rocked back and forth.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. And you will never know how I love you. Oh please don't take my sunshine away," she sang softly. Avianna's eyes closed and she cuddled into her sister's chest and fell alseep.
"I can't believe after all these years I'm watching my baby girl sing, the same song I sang to her when she was a baby, to her little sister," Louis gushed. Darcy smiled and carefully handed her back to her mother.
"I will always be your little girl," she assured her mother. He smiled and nodded.
"We've gotta get her home, we'll visit again soon, we love you," he said.
"I love you too," she smiled. Each of the boys gave her kiss on the cheek before leaving and saying goodbye. Darcy laid back on the bed again and pulled covers up.
"Please don't shut me out," Jack begged his wife. "I need you, baby, please," he sighed as she stares at the wall. He left the room and walked down the halls. He left the hospital and found his car. He slid in and began driving towards the closest bar he knew.
Darcy stood from the bed and walked into the bathroom. She found the sharpener and removed the blade. She pulled up her sleeve and dragged the sharp end across her wrists.
Ugly
Fat
Worthless
Stupid
Whore
Each word a cut on her wrist and more. The words screamed at her and she cut deeper.
"Stupid! Worthless piece of shit!" Sh screamed at herself. "You are never gonna be good enough!" She continued to yell. She cuts deeper and deeper with each one. Her vison becomes fuzzy and she doesn't know if it's from the tears or blood lose but she continued to cut. "You're a fat ugly bitch!" She screamed. She drops the blade as she falls to the floor sobbing. "Leave me alone, Ana! Please!" She cried out (A/N Ana is what Darcy calls the 'Voices'). She sobbed into the floor, black dots filling her vison.
You deserve this, you worthless bitch!
As the words are screamed by Ana, she passed out. Blood continued to pool on the floor.
Jack walked up to the bar and sat on a stool. The bartender comes over washing a glass.
"What can I get ya?" She asked him.
"A shot of vodka and some whiskey," he replied.
"Rough night?" She asked as she prepared his drinks.
"Yea," he sighed. She set the shot infront of him and began filling a glass with some whiskey. He downed the shot, making a face as the drink burns his throat. She hands him the glass of whiskey and he takes a sip.
"Girl troubles?" She asked.
"You could say that," he muttered taking another sip.
"What happened?" She asked as she cleaned ths counter.
"You really wonna know?" He asked. She nodded with a smile. "My wife has been the hospital for nearly a month and half because she was starving herself and has depression. She hasn't spoken to me since she was weighed this morning," he said. She blinked, surprised.
"Anorexia?" She asked sympithetically. He nodded sadly. "My sister died from anorexia, she was like 80 pounds or something when she died. I miss her, don't let your wife go, you should be with her every step of the way," she explained. He sighed.
"You're right," he said. He pulled out his wallet.
"On the house," she smiled and took the empty cups. She handed him some water and he thanked her.
"See you around umm...?"
"Alison," she smiled.
"Jack," he said. He said his goodbyes and left the bar. He got in his car and began driving towards the hospital.
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He opened the entrance door at the hospital and began walking down the halls. He got to the room and opened the door.
"Darcy?" He called seeing the empty bed. He didn't get response and looked around. He saw a pool of blood coming from the bathroom door and he ran and opened it. Darcy laid there unconcious and bloody. He gasped and picked her up from the floor. "Help! Somebody help me!" He yelled. He held her close and rocked her back and fourth. "Don't you dare die on me!" He yelled. "Help! She's gonna bleed to death!" He screamed. Dr. Mendes burst through the door with nurses.
"What happened?" Dr. Mendes questioned as he laid Darcy on the bed began wheeling her down the halls.
"I don't know! I left for less than 20 minutes and found her like this! Is she gonna be OK?!"
"She might die tonight,"
~Authors note~
OMG OMG OMG! Darcy nooo!
How'd I do with third person? Should I write like this again?
I hope to update tomorrow and I'm sorry if I don't.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hope to see you in the next one!
Bye!