Fixing Louis

Chapter 5

***Jessica's POV***

The jerk. Why couldn't he drive me to the mall? It the fricken mall! It's not like he would have to stay anyways! I threw on my clothes, which consisted of a blue pair of skinny jeans and a black shirt with England's flag on it. I grabbed my favorite red purse, put on some black flats, and put my black and white Ray-Bans on my head. Harry's Christmas present to me. I had taken them out and then threw the empty box at his head telling him he shouldn't have spent so much.

I went to go tell louis I was taking the bus. I checked in the living room, the kitchen, banged on the bathroom door, the dining room, and even in the garage. I decided to go knock on his door. When I did, it opened a little.

"Louis?" I said as I stuck my head in.

I walked inside and gagged. The smell was terrible. Dirty clothes everywhere. Bed unmade. It was awful. I walked towards his bathroom. The door was opened so I went used there.

"Louis, are you in here?"

Then I saw it.

The blood covered razor on the counter.

The blood covered rag.

The blood on the counter.

The faucet not completely turned off.

I had seen marks on his wrist when I got here yesterday, but I never put two and two together!

"Oh, Louis, why? Why would you do this to yourself?" I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. How could anyone do this? I'd never understand.

"I thought I told you to stay out of here!" A voice yelled behind me. I slowly turned around and faced a very angry Louis. My eyes trailed down from his face to his wrist. Six slashes, still bleeding. The blood was trickling down his hand and onto his finger tips. That did it for me.

"Jessica? Jessica!"

I heard a distant panicked yell of my name before my world went black.

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***Louis's POV***

Oh. My. God.

I stared at her. I was completely frozen.

She lied there in the floor, in a ball, where she had fallen.

Louis! I mentally yelled at myself. I couldn't just stand here!

I gently picked her up. She was lighter than I expected, and I don't mean it in a bad way. I carried her down the hall, and into her room. I laid her down on the bed.

What do you do for someone who's passed out?

I though back to when I had passed out as a kid after getting too hot. I had wanted water when I woke up, which was only a few minutes later. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. I silently hoped she would be awake when I got back, though I'll admit it was more for my sake than hers. I really didn't want to have to talk to people. Heck, I didn't want to talk to her!

I opened the door slowly when I got back to her room. She still lied in the same position that I put her in. Aright, this settled it. I pulled out my mobile.

"Hey, Harry, it's me."

"Louis!"

He sounded so excited that I would call him. Now I had to break his heart.

"I didn't call you because I wanted to talk to you, I called because something's happened."

"Oh," the disappointment was so evident, "what's wrong?"

"Your sister passed out."

"I'll be there in ten." He hung up.

I glanced back at Jessica. She looked like she was sleeping, which, I suppose she pretty much was.

I looked around her room, noticing she had brought some posters and pictures of her own. I stopped when I got to her nightstand. There sat a picture of Eleanor. How could I have missed that when I was moving all El's stuff?

I grabbed the picture and stared at it. It was my favorite picture of her. She had on her Coca-Cola pajamas, with her hair up in a messy bun. She was making pancakes, and laughing like she didn't have a care in the world.

"Damn you Eleanor!" I screamed as I threw the picture against the wall. "Damn you! I wouldn't of had to deal with this of you hadn't left me! Damn you damn you damn you!"

I sat there sobbing for a few minutes, and then silently got up and picked the picture back up.

The frame was bent and the glass was shattered.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, and I put the picture under the bed. I looked up when I heard the doorbell ring.

I walked downstairs and could hear Harry muttering "c'mon c'mon c'mon!" I opened the door.

"Where is she?" He said. I motioned for him to follow me.

"Did she hit her head? Is that why she passes out? Did she have a concussion?" He questioned me.

"No doofus. I would have called 999 if I thought she had a concussion!" I answered him.

He ran into the room and sat down on Jessica's bed, taking her hand.

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A/N

Hey guys, it's just_a_fellow_reader here! Jandkforever is on vacation (lucky!) so I'm writing for her until she gets back.

I was so sad writing this. Guys and girls, please don't ever cut! You are God's creation, and He made you just how He wants you to be. He doesn't make mistakes. I know how it feels to feel like you're a waste of space, that you're not good enough, that you're not beautiful, trust me, I've been there. It's an awful place to be. You are beautiful just the way you are. Just because someone tells you you're too short, too tall, don't have the blondest hair or the bluest eyes, doesn't mean you are! I don't have either,and I'm taller than a lot of people! You are wonderful, don't let anyone tell you otherwise! If you want to talk, just message me on here, or on my private account just_a_fellow_reader. I know how it feels to be there, and I also know how it feels to have someone to talk to and uplift you. I'll be that person for you!

-just_a_fellow_reader