Forbidden Love (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 12

Louis' POV

I smiled as I saw the redness of blood on my wrist.

What a beautiful shade of red it is.

My toes were tingling, my wrist stinging. I watched in fascination as the blood seeped through my dark blue blanket, blossoming into a large patch of dark liquid. I hummed as I watched a droplet of blood roll down from my wrist down to my elbow, then wiping it on my covers.

I lifted up the penknife, feeling a surge of elation. I turned my wrist, closed my eyes and sank the penknife into my skin. A tingling sensation started and I started to feel dizzy. I opened my eyes but it was fuzzy, the floor was spinning. I felt light.

I miss Harry.

Alot.

Then I was plunged into darkness.