The dark

Hes lonely

Finally, the next day. Louis woke from under the tree. He panicked. He should have been home but didn't wake up. Bad, horrible, tragic memories flooded his head. What if his dad isn't ok? It would be all his fault. Louis ran as fast as he could come away from the park and back into down. The sun was already high upon the clouds by the time Louis got back home.

The house was quiet.
The time just hit 12pm. Where's his dad?
At shops?
Louis started to shake. His phone unable to stay still.
Louis called his dad and waited to hear his ringtone coming from somewhere in the house.
*Ringing"
He could hear it...he could hear his dad's phone coming from his parents room. He raced up stairs to find dad fast asleep among the duvet.
"Dad wake up. Ur late for work." Louis whispered to his father to hear no reply from him.
"Dad?!"
Louis shook his dad to try and wake him. His eyes stayed shut and he wasn't breathing. Louis was crying. He couldn't loose someone else. He would have to be alone or go to an orphanage. The ideas of what would happen next scared Louis. What should he do. At least if he went to an orphanage he would have people around him...but he also remembered...he's 16 now...he can get a job and look after himself. But he didn't know how. His mum and dad were always there for him. He couldn't bare think of being alone.
He called his grandad to come across the answer machine. Same happened when he called his nan, aunt and uncle. He gave up now. He didn't wanna be alive. He now felt the feeling of loneliness. "Is this what depression is like?" He thought to himself. His dark side was telling him he can't do this anymore...but a part of him told him he could.