Brooklyn || l.t.

Chapter 2 || Sunrise

So far so good

I'm liking it hehe

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*LOUIS' POV*

My eyes stared at the ceiling, and my thoughts prevented me from falling asleep. It was currently 4 in the morning, and I was still in Brooklyn's bedroom. I told her I was going to leave after she fell asleep, but I didn't want her to feel alone.

I've never seen her like this. She's usually so strong and keeps her head up all the time. She would ignore my insults and keep walking away from me.

I wish I knew this side of her...I've would've helped her. But no, I've been neglecting her and bullying her. I've been calling her names, names she doesn't deserve to be called by. She was none of them. That rumor about her was false, but why did I continue to torment her?

Brooklyn didn't deserve any of that. I'm such an ass. And this girl...she's everything I've ever wanted, and I still want her. But I don't deserve her. She can do better than me.

I felt her shift in her sleep and she turned towards me. She looked at peace, much better than before. I started playing with the little bracelets she always had on. There was a silver one with hearts engraved around it, and a rose gold one with her initials on it.

I felt something rough on her wrist as I moved the bracelets up and down. I couldn't see what it was, so I grabbed my phone and turned it on. I held it above the rough area and was shocked to see what I had discovered.

Scars.

Did I cause her to do this? Was this my fault? I felt my heart beat a million times faster than usual, and guilt started to run through me. I'm a monster. I didn't know I could hurt her this badly. I lightly touched the scars once more and saw her flinch a little.

I put my phone down and continued to stare at the ceiling. This is why she likes fall and winter. This is why she enjoys wearing long sleeve clothing. This is why she wears those bracelets everyday.

To hide her scars.

It saddens me to know a beautiful girl like her can ruin her beautiful skin with a simple blade, but I am the reason she's doing it. If only I believed her the first time she told me the rumor was false, if only I didn't believe the people that told me the rumor, if only...if only I could go back in time and change everything. I want to fix everything between me and her.

But what if I did fix everything, but the scars were still there? What if there was another reason behind them? Then what do I do?

I get up from the bed and walk around her room for a bit. I examined her desk, noticing how neat everything was placed. It's different from some of her paintings. Sometimes they were messy and chaotic. Lines were everywhere, going from each direction, but it was still art. It was just how Brooklyn painted, I've always called it, the Brooklyn way.

She hung paintings around the room, along with photographs. There were a lot of photos of her and her parents when she was younger, but I didn't see any recent ones. The last photo I saw was from 2005.

I saw a crumpled piece of paper on the floor, and knowing Brookyln, I picked it up to throw it away for her. Wait, I think this is the piece of paper I saw Maria give to her. Being my curious self, I opened it up as quietly as I could, grabbed my phone and turned it on to read the note.

I read the note and realized why Brooklyn was repeating about how lonely she was. Her damn parents weren't coming home for winter break. They were going to miss Christmas and New Years with her. But doesn't Brooklyn have friends? I always see her with them! She has lots of friends! But at the same time, I notice how unhappy she looks around them. I can tell she puts on a fake smile for them.