Somehow, He Saved Me

Introduction

Louis's POV
Hi, I'm Louis, I'm sixteen years old, and I'm diagnosed with depression. It all started when I was ten, my mother left me with my abusive father. He calls me horrible names, and he left me to take care of myself. Being ten I had to find a way to make money for food and clothes, I got a job at the local family restaurant as a dishwasher -normally they don't give jobs out to people younger than sixteen but they considered me as their family, and they felt sorry for me - around age thirteen I made my way up to bust boy and then at age fifteen I became a cook, a very good one. Not much money was coming in, I only got paid $8.00 and hour and I put half of it sassy for college each paycheck, so I can't help it if I am skinny/scrawny, that's just the way it is. So anyways back to my depression, I take pills every morning for it, I don't know if they help much, but somehow it keeps me through the day. If I'm not working, I sit alone at home with no one to talk to but my abusive father - that's when he is home- and even then he will yell at me or hit me if I say one work to him. He's not a drunk, he's just bi polar, which trust me isn't much better. Everyone at school thinks I am a weird mute because I don't talk, except when I have to of course. I just try to ignore the people making fun of me, I tell myself I don't care, when really I do.

I thought my whole life was going to be like this, I thought I was going to be quiet and depressed forever, but then I saw him. I met him. I started to talk to him, trust him and hang out with him. Slowly, but surely things started to get a whole lot better.

Harry's POV
Hi, my name is Harry, I am seventeen years old and I am diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. Which means : orBorderline Personality Disorder. People with this disorder are unstable in several areas, including interpersonal relationships, behavior, mood, and self-image. Abrupt and extreme mood changes, stormy interpersonal relationships, an unstable and fluctuating self-image, unpredictable and self-destructive actions characterize the person with borderline personality disorder. These individuals generally have great difficulty with their own sense of identity. They often experience the world in extremes, viewing others as either "all good" or "all bad." A person with borderline personality may form an intense personal attachment with someone only to quickly dissolve it over a perceived slight. Fears of abandonment may lead to an excessive dependency on others. Self-multilation or recurrent suicidal gestures may be used to get attention or manipulate others. Impulsive actions, chronic feelings of boredom or emptiness, and bouts of intense inappropriate anger are other traits of this disorder, which is more common among females.

I really don't have all those symptoms, I mean I do view people as all good or all bad, but I thought that was common. I don't know about the relationship part, because I have never been in one. I do view myself badly at times and I do feel empty sometimes, like nothing is going to happen in my life. But the worst part is.. I have mood swings! Terrible mood swings! Those are only the main symptoms, they are common a lot, weekly, I have other little symptoms but those are the main ones. I have pills that I take that are supposed to make things better, and I guess they do, but it's always hard. I just got to try my best, that's what my grandma tells me. I'm really close with my grandma, she's like the mother
I never had.

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I was the "bad boy" at my last school in the corn state- Iowa that is - but now I got transferred to a school in Tennessee, with all the weird fucking Cowboys, and did I mention how fricken hot it is down here, it's like I am an ice cube and I can melt in one minute. I have to wear tank tops to keep from sweating to death, which I'm sure the ladies don't mind -wink- -wink.- But I don't rule that way, sorry to say but I don't. If you haven't figured it out yet, let me tell you. I am 100% gay, have been for the past ten years now. Yes I said it, I Harry Styles, am gay.

Anyways back to my
disorder. It's hard. It's very hard for me to make friends, I know why, it's because I can't be nice to people, I don't try very hard, but still. I have to stay nice here, if I get in one itsy bitsy stupid fucking fight I have to go see a bitch therapist to talk about my problems. I know right, that's fucking stupid. If I see her I have to talk to her about my whole entire life, and I don't want that to happen, but I know it will. I can already tell you that I will have to go see her. Her name is Carol and if I do get into a fight, I will be seeing her every week to start.

I blame my mom for my disorder, ever since my dad left when I was seven, she has became addicted to drinking, she's a drunk, a mean drunk. And having to take care of her since I was seven has turned me cruel, has made me happy when she wasn't so bad and then mad when she was. I've always tried to get her to stop drinking but for the past 10 years I still haven't helped her, and that makes me so fucking mad, I can't help my own mother from drinking problems. I wish she was normal, because if she was then maybe I would be. I hate her, I hate her so much and that why in a year, I am getting my own apartment, I can afford it, I'm rich. My dad sends me money every month and it's a boat load, $30,000 a month, that will be enough for an apartment. Or I can even buy a house now, with the money I saved up, why wait a year, I'm going to trick my mom into signing some papers and get a house now. I hate her, and right now I hate my life, or I did until I met him, I got to know him and he became my everything, someone I take care of every day, I love him but he doesn't know that.