The Perks of being a Wallflower // Louis Tomlinson

Short Prolouge

Prolouge:

I stare at the knife in front of me, which sat on the kitchen counter, on top of the cutting board.  I knew, deep inside me, it was time.  It was time to leave the world full of hatred and complete and uderly full of people pretending to understand, when in fact, they don’t.  I grabbed the knife, my fingers gently slid back-and-forth.  I took a deep breath, ignoring the sounds around me and put the knife, to my chest.  I was dead.  I am dead.  I will always be dead.   I think it’s time, that I tell you my story…