Wanted

Found and Caught

Lysander's POV

Today was the day. I am going to do it. No stopping now. I've been planning this for a while now. I'm gonna commit suicide.

I just can't take it anymore. Going through the daily abuse. In fact, it's 8:31 right now and just an hour ago my father showed up, drunk. He of course beat me. I feel sore, but it doesn't matter anymore. I'm about to die anyways.

I decided I'd cut one last time. So I went into my bathroom where I hadn't packed my razors or band aids yet (I packed the night before. Clothes in my backpack, everything else in my suitcase.). I looked myself in the mirror, my dull grey eyes look back at my ugly, fat, useless self. I took a deep breath and pressed the cold blade onto my warm skin. That's what I get for being an awful idiot on this planet we call Earth.

I watched as the crimson red blood slowly flowed it's way down my wrist in an odd satisfaction. I then cut myself two more times for being abused and unlovable. I stared at my blood covered wrist. I wasn't exactly proud of cutting, but it was an addiction I didn't quite mind. It made me feel protected from my miserable thoughts to say the least.

I rinsed off my arm, put band aids on it, and cleaned up the mess. I fished putting away my razors in my suit case as I grabbed the bottle of pain medicine. I took a moment to accept that I'm about to kill myself. I gripped the bottle and put it in the pouch of my My Chemical Romance hoodie.

I was on the second floor of our house, but I had a plan. I carefully opened the window. I didn't want to wake my dad, who was currently laying passed out on the kitchen floor using the loaf of bread for a pillow. I lowered my suitcase down the window, gently dropping it onto the bushes of flowers below. It landed with a soft thud as the leaves slightly crunched under the weight.

I slung my back pack over my shoulder. Looking one last time at the now practically empty room, I carefully climbed into the tree by my window. I got to about five feet off the ground before I slipped and fell the short distance from the tree.

I landed on my right ankle, it bending oddly and swelling steadily. Just what I need in this situation right now... As I hoisted my self up and staggered, I found my suitcase and grabbed it. I nearly fell, the pain was intense. But I couldn't just let my father catch me. I ignored the pain and ran like a bat out of Hell.

I made it all the way to a city before I fell on the side walk. Clutching my ankle, I took in my surroundings. Hm, nice. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the bottle of pills. No one was around to watch me...

Perfect.

I took a deep breath and opened the bottle of pills. I put one in my hand, slowly putting it in my mouth and swallowing. I grabbed my bottle of water and took two more pills. Then five more... I grabbed three more pills and put them in my shaking hand.

"STOP!!!" someone yelled, I quickly put the pills in anyway. As I swallowed I heard foot steps run toward me. I tried to get up, but my body felt like a million pounds. I fell onto my back. I was so dizzy. Suddenly the stranger was above me. He had light brown and feathered hair with blue eyes filled with tears.

I felt him bend down and put his hand over my heart, but all of a sudden, everything was swallowed by blackness...

Louis's POV

The girl shut her eyes and I let the tears spill, pulling out my IPhone 5. I dialed 911 and told them the situation, they said they were on their way. I noticed the girl had a suitcase and backpack next to her and couldn't help but wonder if she ran away. She only looked about 11 or 12.... So young to think about suicide, much less try it...

I scooped her up in my lap as I heard the sirens. I stood up as the ambulance and two police cars showed up. The medics came and took the girl out of my arms and on to a stretcher.

"Excuse me sir, do you know her?" a policemen asked.

"No, I was just walking and saw the girl taking random amounts of pills..." the policeman nodded and said that one person was aloud in the ambulance. I didn't know this girl, but I felt that it was my duty to protect her. As the medics were doing what they could at the moment a held her hand and prayed she'd live.

We came to a stop and the medic took the girl out into the ambulance emergency room. I went to follow but was told I had to wait in the waiting room. I sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs. My phone vibrated, it was a text from Liam.

(Li- Liam, L- Louis)

Li- where r u, Simon is getting angry

L- I found a girl about 11 or 12 trying to commit suicide and called the police. I'm now in the waiting room to see what will happen next

Li- we'll be there in 10

L- okay thanks

I placed my phone back in my pocket as I leaned forward, my head resting in my hands. I know nothing about this girl but yet I can all ready feel a surge guilt, sadness, and if things go for the worse depression.

Suddenly, a doctor came out and I stood up.

"Mr. Tomlinson..."

A/N: Filler chapter + cliffhanger... I should really get paid for this...