I'm Broken

3

//Louis//

     I had dragged myself home after that horrible day at school.

     I hadn't seen Harry since the incident, so I can only assume he'd gone home.

     "Mum! I'm home!" I yelled when I finally arrived at home that afternoon.

     "Hi sweetie," my mom called from upstairs. "I made dinner for you, I'm heading out. The food is in the refrigerator,"

"Mum I'm not all that hungry, my stomach hurts a bit,"

She walked into the kitchen putting in her earrings, "Awe boo, what's wrong?"

"I don't really want to talk about it, just school stuff," I sighed, putting away my school bag.

"Well make sure you call me if you need anything!" My mum kissed me on the forehead and walked towards the door. "I'll be out late tonight but if you need me I'll come home,"

"Don't worry about me mum, love you," I called to her as she walked out the door.

Quickly I trudged up to my room so I could go to sleep early for tomorrow. I was going to talk to Harry. I couldn't rest until he knew I had no part in that awful thing at school.

***

     I woke with a groan, not having had a great night sleep because my mind was so preoccupied thinking of Harry. Stupid Harry for making my life complicated. I shouldn't even have to apologize to him because it wasn't me! I never did anything wrong. I was just an innocent bystander, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

     I sighed getting up and jumping in the shower quickly. I didn't have much time before school so I quickly contemplated life's meanings while showering and got out grabbing a big fluffy towel and drying myself off not caring that my hair was still wet.

     "Bye Mum!" I called grabbing an apple off the counter and giving her a kiss on the cheek before swinging my bag onto one shoulder and running out the door.

     "Bye Boobear! Love you! Make good decisions!" I heard my mom yell from inside. I shook my head laughing and trudged my way to hell... I mean school.

//Harry//

     That morning I drug myself out of bed.

     Why am you still living?

     What's the point?

     He hates you.

     He probably was the one who wrote all that shit on our locker-

     "Please just stop," I begged the voices in my head.

     "I already know all this shit," I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, sniffling.

     Why are you still living?

     Louis hates you, he can't save you now.

     Come on baby, it won't even hurt that bad, just take the blade and go-

     "STOP!" I screamed clutching my hair and yanking as hard as I could.

     I grabbed a black jumper and a pair of black jeans and my school bag and ran out the door as fast as I could and only looked back to the full bottle of pain meds once. It was my safety net. If I ever fall I know that they'll always be there to catch me and save me from this world.

     I think I'll do it tonight. It's not like I'll have anyone who cares. I just need to see Louis once more.

     As I walked to school I had a skip in my step because I was finally free.

     I smiled for the first time in almost 3 years. A real, true, genuine smile.

     As I arrived to school the whispers of fag, cock sucker, and gay boy, don't even phase me. Not today.

     By tomorrow I'll have real angel wings. I smiled at the thought. I will have wings.

     In first period I decided I'll write a note to my mum and Louis. I know neither will care much, however, it'll be nice to let them know that I loved them both.

     I began to write, not paying any attention to the teacher's lecture. It won't matter. Not where I'm going.