Can't Change || Larry

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Word Number : 523
Published : July 5, 2015

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February 27, 2016 11:26pm

The same bathroom and the same situation as before but this time a different cause.

The blue eyed boy leant his back on the bathroom door and closed his eyes letting himself relax as he dug the blade into his thigh and then dragged it over his skin, not even hissing at the pain in the slightest. This, this he was used to, it no longer hurt.

The looks the girls gave him kept replaying in his head. Their dislike for his mere presence and their eye rolls never leaving his mind. What had he ever done to them so they could dislike him? Was it because he was gay? Was it because he was ugly? What was it?

Louis let tears fall down his cheeks in pain. He watched as blood ran down the side of his exposed thigh and dropped to the floor. He skimmed the cuts on his skin with the tips of his fingers and then dragged the blade over his skin again.

This time the cut was smaller but it released more blood then the bigger one he had done first. The moment he heard a door open his head shot up.

"Louis?" Zayn's voice echoed meaning he was still a bit further away down the hall.

"Y-yeah?" He mentally slapped himself when his voice cracked.

"We just put on a film and Harry made tacos, are you going to join us mate?" Louis tilted his head and looked down while dragging the blade on his thigh again. "Louis?"

"Hm? Oh, yea Z, I'm just going to take a quick shower and I'll be out."

It was quiet for a few seconds making him think Zayn was gone. The three new cuts on his thigh continued releasing blood as he closed his eyes.

"Lou," the Bradford boy's voice rang closer to the bathroom door this time.

"Jesus mate, you scared me, I thought you were gone." Louis gasped out in shock.

"Louis, Niall told us about the nosebleed from before, have you gotten any more?"

He mentally cursed Niall out and punched him in the throat for telling the boys about the nosebleed.

"I'm perfectly okay Zayn. Don't you lads worry it hasn't happened again."

"Alright Tommo, if you're okay then that's great."

Louis could feel tears spilling from his eyes as he spoke again.

"I'm great Z."

"I'm glad Lou, now hurry up mate we wanna start the movie."

This time he heard the quiet retreating footsteps as Zayn walked away.

His shoulders shook with his quiet sobs and tears ran down his cheeks faster. He dug the razor into his thigh and dragged it a few more times and just watched as his skin turned red and raw. The red liquid dripped onto the floor and he lazily opened the cabinet under the sink and grabbed a red washcloth and began cleaning the floor. He turned on the shower and used it to clean the cloth and repeated the action until there was no more red. Louis got into the shower and let the water wash away the blood on his skin. I'm great.

Great.