Louis' POV
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I went into the Styles' room and kissed Lily night, then i kissed Jannice. Maybe now was the time to take care of buisness? No. I just couldn't.
Not yet, anyway.
No just yet.
i would do it...
just not now.
Not quite so severe.
I went to the bathroom and fished a razor out of a plastic Wal-Mart bag. (Cheezy, right?)
i plopped down on hte side of the bathroom and pulled up the sleeve to my arm. Millions of cluttered together cuts littered my arms in a major way.
A tear hit my eyes just looking at them.
Each one held a story.
Each little scar had a tale.
I squeezed my eyes shut and held it to my wrist. Slowly, i sunk it into my skin.
My eyes filled with tears as i stared at the flesh. I pulled it down my arm to make the cut longer and deeper. I reached in my pocket for my swiss arms knife and held it to my arm.
In deep pain, i carved the word 'FAILURE' into it and scrapped a little infinity sign by it.
Blood ran down my arm.
My body seemed to be gettin g mad at me for it as i let out a little whimper.
All the red ran down my fingers-dripping to the floor.
What had i done?
i stared at my arm in disbelief. My tattoos were scraped up, and my skin broke.
I put my face in my hands and wept. Yes, all over my hands and fingers, my salty tear mixed nicely with the red liquid I just let out of my body.
"LOU!"
I snapped up my head to figure out who had just uttered the words in an unrecognizable voice.
But no one stood there...
A little shaky and scared, I grabbed a towel and covered up all the open wounds.
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One Direction Love-in their World (Book 8 of 8)
Fanfiction"Liam?" "Yes, Sweetpea?" "Remember when you promised you'd do anything for me..?" i nodded slowly. She pulled a gun from behind her back. "Here" she pressed it in my hands. i stared at it blankly. What the ***k? "What?" i cocked my head. "Shoot me"...
