A/N
*Rachel, you're gonna hate me XD*
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I heard a loud, sharp sounding noise. Like metal on metal. It kept screeching again and again until finally my eyes fluttered open. I realized it was only a dream. I remembered nothing but the noise. Funny thing is, the noise hadn't stopped. I rubbed my eyes and stretched. I felt a body next to me. Louis. I smiled and let my eyes adjust.
I looked out the window, it still looked dark out. I cocked an eyebrow. Maybe it was really early? I tended to wake up in the middle of the night, then fall back asleep. I checked my phone. 7:02am. What? I clicked the lock button and pushed myself up onto one elbow. Maybe I'm hallucinating. I went through something really traumatic last night and my brain still feels kind of fuzzy. I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. The house was unnervingly quiet. I pushed open the bathroom door, then shut it silently behind me.
I rubbed my eyes again and glanced at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy. I brushed it off, considering I did a lot of crying last night. I placed my hands on either side of the sink ad leaned over the counter, shifting a lot of weight to my arms. I felt extremely tired even though I'd just woken up. I shifted my weight to my feet again, and turned the water on cold. I splashed some water on my face to wake myself up and splashed some on my arms too for good measure. After drying my hands and face with a towel, I looked in the mirror again.
Mascara. Everywhere. It had run all down my face. I guess I forgot to take it off last night. I just shook my head and wiped it off with my fingers. Not feeling any more awake, I trudged back to Louis room, dragging my feet as I went. I got to the doorway and stopped. My muscles suddenly were so sore that I couldn't move. I heard the loud noise again. Staring into Louis' room, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Louis had gotten out a razor and was dragging it against his wrists. Each time it making the loud, screeching noise.
I wanted to cover my ears to block the noise from getting stuck in my memory. But I couldn't. My muscles were too sore. I couldn't figure out for the life of me why. I tried to scream at him to stop, but as soon as I'd open my mouth, the razor would drag across his skin, making the horrifying noise again. Over and over I tried to tell him to stop. I tried to run at him. Take the razor from him and throw it on the ground and hug him. But I couldn't. I was stuck in this one spot. Watching my best friend bleed to death. I couldn't even cry.
Tears poured down his face though. I heard him muttering that he was sorry to me. Over and over he said he was sorry. Again, he drug the razor across his skin. I wanted to tell him that it was okay. I wanted to help him. He drug it over again. He looked up at me, his face flooded with salty tears glistening on his red cheeks. I reached out to him, finding the strength to move my arms. But he didn't stop. He didn't drop the razor and walk over to my embrace. He looked at his wrists, and adjusted the razor in his hands. I saw him mouth 'I'm sorry, I love you' then drag the razor up his arm, cutting all the way up to his elbow. He collapsed on the bed.
I screamed for what seemed like hours. Begging for him to come back to me. Then everything went black.
I jerked awake. Drenched in sweat, my hair stuck to my cheeks and neck. I felt tears in my eyes over flow and roll down my cheeks. I pushed myself off the bed and still heard myself screaming. But I couldn't stop. When I felt arms around me, I buried my face into this persons chest, relaxing a bit when I realized who it was. I sopped screaming and took in a breath.
"I had the most terrible nightmare, Louis."
