Louis Michael Caswell-Brooks. The new boy on the block. Moving all the way from France to the Outer Banks he tries to fit in all while dealing with the grief caused back at home. Along the way he meets a group of teens who enjoy breaking rules, and...
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⚠ Mentions of Suicide, Drug Use, Brief display of Anorexia
He was descending. Lower and lower he went, water trapping his body like a glove, liquid filling in his lungs. The beauty of the world was becoming more distant the farther down the body went. The absence of light was threatening all hope, the thrashing to escape deaths hold was slowing. The water was reaching the soul of the body, his memories flashing before his eyes. The reef that was below was giving a soft welcome and the sky was now mixed with the salty ocean. His hold on air left minutes ago, now creating a heat of panic. However no struggle came, no last plead that would be muffled from the water left his lips, not even a single cry. The acceptance of deaths wrath taking over was inevitable, and so the body descended deeper into the depths of the sea until he too would become a distant memory.
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Louis woke with a start. Drenched in sweat and tears streaming down his face. He grabbed at his heart as his eyes frantically searched his surroundings. The flower painted wall. The single photo resting on blank paint. The universe on the ceiling. Louis then realized he was safe. He wasn't trapped within an ocean. Fish weren't swimming past. Water wasn't suffocating him whole. Yet at the same time he knew that the dream was a reality.
Louis Caswell was drowning, just not by water but his own thoughts that managed to escape his grasp.
He was quick to stand up and grab the backpack underneath his bed, searching for something, anything to calm his nerves. He was quick to grab the bag of coke, than rolled a dollar before enhaling it. He covered his mouth with his arm when he felt a cough coming from the burn. Once Louis felt satisfied though, he put the bag back under his bed.
He saw through his window that it was morning, sun just beginning to rise, and Louis let out a sigh when he realized he wouldn't have to try and force himself back to sleep.
Louis was quick to put plaid pajama pants on then went to look into the mirror. He frowned slightly when he saw his slim figured (which he didn't see as slim but others did) covered with bruises and bandages, and let out a sigh when he saw just how ugly of a bruise there was on his face.
JJ won't like you like this.
Stop eating so much.
Louis shakes those thoughts and walks downstairs to the kitchen, smiling sheepishly when he entered and saw Anne and Henry there. The Brooks were lucky enough to have electricity within their home, Louis assumes though it's from Henry having an advantage being a police men, probably being able to manipulate his way into getting it running again. Louis didn't hear Henry return last night, it must of been well into the night.
"Bonjour Anne. Bonjour papa." Louis says, watching the expression that goes across Henry's face carefully after saying those words.
Henry looks at Louis and stands up, grabbing his coffee mug. When Henry exits the kitchen he stops and turns, staring at Louis.
