I was sitting on my couch crying. My boyfriend Louis has been on tour for a few months know. he hasnt even texted me for the past week. I think "he probably forgot about me. Nobody really cares about me. I make the first cut on my wrist. Its been a couple of years since i last cut. My life was perfect until Louis and the boys had to go on their take me home tour. The blood starts to trickle down my arm. I fell asleep. I remember waking up to the sound of the door opening. Theres only one other person with keys to our house. I sit up quickly. Louis comes by and gives me a kiss on the cheek. He notices the dried blood on my wrist. He gently grabs my wrist. " have you been cutting?" he asks. "yes" i tell him. " your beautiful dont cut" he told me. And i believed him
