~Louis~
Today is Sunday, I only know because they open the door to feed me. Instead of the normal bread and water, I'm handed a bottle of whiskey. I untwist the cap greedily and sip from it. The liquor burns my throat as it goes down. Jonathan hasn't been here the last few days so a smaller man has replaced him. He speaks in a thick Hispanic accent and his eyes are dark. He walks over and places a gun on the table.
"One bullet."
He exits the room and I approach the gun cautiously. I pick up the heavy black object and I swallow hard. They want me to kill myself. I grab the bottle and take another sip out of it. I cringe as I swallow. My head is already feeling a bit foggy.
My mind thinks back to Harry as I cock the gun. I want him to know I love him. I just can't stay here anymore. I can't be tortured endlessly. He'd understand. He'd be okay with it. I'm not a human anymore, I'm living like a caged animal.
I bring the bottle to my lips and swallow a big gulp. My mind is cloudy and I feel tears fill my eyes. I think back to my family and their disappointed faces, but that fades when I remember her face. My mothers. She passed when I was so young. I feel her presence, but I can't think of her face. It's too far in my memories. I'll see my mother again.
I grab the bottle and take one last gulp. Lord, look after Harry. He needs it. Please, protect him. Tears fall onto the floor and I put the gun up against my head.
Lord, tell him I love him....
I pull the trigger and a gun shot rings around me....
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Prince Demanding (Larry)
Hayran Kurgu"Your highness..." I said the words falling off my tongue in disgust, "Stop looking at me like that..." Harry smirked cocky as his eyes gleam at me. "Don't talk to me like you're something higher than a knight, Louis." He snarled He steps...
