Unhinged.

Crime

Unhinged.

Louis Tomlinson

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"Louis! Come here!" The officer called. She guided me to a chamber and locked me in. She removed my handcuffs and I sat on one of the hard, metal bunks in the cell.

This is what I get for being myself. It's not all my fault I'm like this. I've had a bad past and I was diagnosed with ADHD. I can't control my actions or emotions. Some people may call me insane, but I call it my personality.

And here I was, in this cell, because of my actions. Why did I have to kill that man? Oh ya, me tried to hurt my sister. I feel guilty now. I put my head in my hands and sighed. I'll probably never see them again, I thought to myself. This is most likely one of the worst mistakes I've ever made. I clenched my fists and started to get up.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Idiot! Why would you murder a man?!" I kept yelling to myself. I wanted badly to hit the wall, but it was made of stone. This was one of those times I couldn't control myself. I kicked the beds and kept shouting at myself for being a freak.

Then, I heard the cell doors open. I looked in the direction of the noise and saw a girl there. She had firing pink hair and a couple piercings. Her tattoos were shown all over her arms. I hadn't noticed I was staring at her before she spoke up.

"Like what you see?" She asked with a smirk. I gulped and looked away. Jeez.

The officer left and she sat down on a bed and it looked like she was staring blankly at the wall. I raised an eyebrow and stood in front of her.

"You okay there?" I asked her and she snapped out of her gaze. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought she was having. I smirked at her and sat next to her on the bed.

"So, what's your name?" I chuckled and she looked at me. It looked as if she was scanning my face for something. Her eyebrows were knitted and her eyes were narrowed. Once she has realized something, her eyes widened and she stood up. Her hand was over her mouth and she was starting to get frightened.

"A-Are you L-Louis Tomli-linson?" She stuttered. I was shocker someone knew who I was. I was never famous. I nodded my head with my eyes locked on her. She gulped and stepped back.

"I've seen you on the news. You killed that man. I-I saw it on my television. I-It's you." She choked out. I could tell I was scaring her. I felt bad for her because she looked pale. It was all my fault. I sighed and sat on the bunk and looked to the floor. I'm ashamed of my past, and reality. She calmed a little and sat next to me, keeping a respectful distance. She looked up at me and asked,

"Why'd you do it, Lou?" I glanced at her, and then to my hands. I fiddled with my fingers and then started talking.

"Well, he messed with my sister. He was just walking by my house and 'somehow' walked up to my door. I was stupid for answering it. He pushed me aside and ran up my stairs. I tried chasing him, but he was fast. My sister, Fizzy, was in her room doing studies and he barged right in. He had a knife and stabbed her. She survived, but she's in the hospital in critical condition. I pounced on him and tackled him to the floor. I managed to get the knife out of his grasp and used it against him. I think that really sums it up." She looked at me with pity.

"I'm so sorry. I hope she's okay." She frowned.

"I hope so, too. Wait, you didn't tell me your name?" I asked, hopefully she wouldn't be taken aback by my question.

"Rachel. Rachel Otten." She said with her hand out in front of me. I have her a small smile and shook her hand.

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson."

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Okay so I'm avianna and I write stories on @thatcupcakesmile and I'm helping to write this story :-)

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