Chapter 9~
Every second hurts more than the prior.
Every breath brings a new wave of pain, washing away any hope of blissful numb.
Every sound brings agony through the never ending darkness.
Every thought tortures the already broken mind.
Every second, Every breath, Every sound, Every thought,
Hurts more than the prior,
brings a new wave of pain,
of agony through the never ending darkness,
and tortures the already broken mind.
It becomes a battle, a battle inside.
It becomes a battle of realisation, a battle of belief.
It becomes the necessity of reconciliation.
It also becomes the bonding between foreign thoughts, and those that are taken into consideration.
It becomes a battle of acceptance, acceptance of reality.
Acceptance of sanity,
Acceptance of the truth,
Acceptance of the accepted.
The acceptance of death becomes a battle,
A battle inside,
Of realisation,
A battle of belief,
Of the necessity of reconciliation.
It becomes a bonding period between foreign thoughts, and those that are taken into consideration.
A battle of acceptance.
Sanity.
Truth.
Accepted.
Is the sanity the truth? And is it accepted?
Why?
What is sanity?
Is it love?
Is it normality?
Define normal.
You see? You can't.
None of this makes sense, because you my friend, have just read a broken boy's mind.
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Harry Styles lays motionless on the floor of his bathroom.
He bleeds out from a cut in the wrist that ran too deep.
His breaths are short and shallow; Barely a whisper. Barely there at all.
Blood pools all around him, the white carpet now destroyed with the crimson liquid.
Harry Styles fights the darkness, He doesn't want to die; He's afraid.
He's afraid of the darkness, afraid of his thoughts.
He's afraid of being trapped with himself for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades-
Harry Styles, may be in alot of trouble.
He needs help.
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A/n
short chapter, sorry but Im quite proud of The first part :3
ask for the update xx
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FanficLarry Stylinson. ~°~ Louis Tomlinson is dead. "Love doesn't define us; it's what we do, and what we're willing to do for love.That's what defines us, and makes us who we are. "
