Emo love

Chapter 1

Louise

My name is Louise. Yes, I know it sounds like Louis but whatever. Let me introduce myself properly. I'm 16 years old and 5'4, but I think I'm 5'9. I'm punk, emo, and scene. I have lots of tattoos, piercings, bracelets, and dark clothes. There's more I'll tell you about my self later.

So to start off, I have a lot of tattoos. I have a arm full of a random stupid crap and on my bicep I have a deer(?) with a broken heart above it. (Basically the tattoos he has now but more girly)

Piercings, oh how I love them. I have a lot of those too. I have a belly button piercing, cheek, snake bites on under my bottom lip, vampire bites on my neck, bottom lip piercing going through my bottom lip, cheek ones on just one cheek, an eyebrow, and three on my ear lobes.

On my left wrist, have a whole bunch of bracelets from bands I love like, Peirce The Veil, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Three Days Grace, Panic! At The Disco and 5SOS.

My closet has clothes that all black, band graphic t shirts, black skinny jeans, shorts, shoes, and you get the point.

Now lets get to my room. My room is pretty big, bigger than my brothers. I have a bed with a black canopy, bed comforter, pillows, sheets, but my stuffed "animals" are a whole bunch of voodoo dolls ranging in different colors, types, and sizes. I also have a PS4, WiiU, and a large T.V. I have a walk in closet with black dressers and above those are my clothes that I hang up. My bed is in front of my closet. On my left side of my bed is vanity for my nails. On the other side is my vanity for makeup. The walls of the room are all black like the carpet and have band posters all over them. I have black out curtains and fairy lights strung across the ceiling in a "X" formation.

Let's get back to me. I have my hair dyed black until my tips which are rainbow. My hair is parted to the right and I tease it every morning. My canines are sharpened into fangs. I wear contacts of all kinds. I have sclera's, sparkles, all white, green, red, turquoise, pretty much every kind you can imagine. I do wear makeup. My face is a very pale foundation, black lips, and black smoky eyes with a hint of color. I also have long stiletto nails that I get done every two weeks.

I have six older brothers and an older sister I don't know about. My brothers' names are Felix, Derek, Preston, David, George, and Charlie. We all live together except for Preston. My parents also live with us but they're barley home. They are always at parties and come home drunk but they act like we don't exist.

The reason why Preston doesn't live with us anymore is because that son of a bitch raped me one night. I was 13 when he did it. I was sleeping one night in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a large shirt. He came in room, held me down while I was screaming and crying and forced me into sex, making me lose my virginity. He also threatened to kill me if I told anyone. So when he left, I called my brothers and told them what happened. They got home quickly from the bar and took me to the hospital. I did the rape kit and they arrested my brother Preston. But that's in the past now. He's still in jail but he'll be getting out on my birthday. Yay. Since then, my brothers are very protective of who I talk to, have over, or go out with. But they're fine with Niall, Zayn and Liam.

Some things that I am not proud of myself are being anorexic and self harming. I cut my left wrist, stomach, and thighs. I'm anorexic because of Preston. The day after the incident, I wouldn't eat. I couldn't. So my brothers only gave me food cut up into really, really, pieces so I wouldn't throw it up. To this day I could only small meals in small pieces. Yet, I still feel fat when I'm really skinny.

My three best friends are Zayn, Liam, and Niall. I've known Liam my whole life since they're parents knew each other. Liam was always like an older brother to me but he was a year older than me. So when my brothers couldn't help me, Liam was always there. I met Niall and Zayn a little bit after Liam and I started high school. It was his third year there and I was starting my second year. Soon after meeting each other and all five of my brothers, Niall and Zayn were quickly approved by my brothers.

My brothers are slightly scared of me since I pulled a knife on Derek twice. The first time I sacred Derek was when I got my knife set for my room to put under my bed after Preston raped me. I was cleaning them one day, then he walked in and begin talking shit about me. I knew he was drunk because he was using the door handle to stand and he was slurring all of his words. Then he walked into my room and was about to slap me but I pinned him to the wall with his front facing me and his arm twisted behind his back. I then walked him over to the bed and laid him down on his back and placed of my sharp, jagged edge knives at his neck. I was about to press it into his neck when Felix came into my room asking if I had seen Derek and pulled me off of him. Derek had sobered up pretty quick when I held the knife to his neck but I didn't care. The second time was when I was cooking. I was the only one in the house who could cook decent meals. I was making Chicken Alfredo and was cutting the chicken. Derek walked in trying to tickle me but when I'm cooking I don't like to be messed with. Its like I'm a cooking zone. He walked up behind and grabbed my curvy hips. I screamed and shoved him against the fridge and held the knife really close to his knife. My other brothers that were watching T.V. rushed over to me. I was being pulled off when Derek began laughing and pointing his finger at me. That was what drew me over the edge.I rushed forward and bit his finger side ways so I can sink my canines into his finger. David rushed over to pull away but I realized my teeth were stuck in his finger. Eventually we got my teeth out of his finger. We didn't end up eating the Italian dish that night, we just ate pizza instead.

My whole changed when a certain boy was introduced to me one day.