Niall Tomlinson
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The only thing that I could hear was my heart pounding. You could only see the white walls and the curtains covering the windows. The sun wasn't that bright.
It was early in the morning and I am expecting a visit from my brother, Louis. He is my only surviving family member. Our Parents died, grandparents died and out aunt died to.
Louis and I barely survived throughout this year. Louis was fired from his job at the restaurant. I couldn't even think about living, because I knew that time is limited for me.
I remembered the day that the doctor told me that I only have some months to survive. Louis was devastated. I wasn't afraid of dying, I was afraid of Louis.
He will no longer survive the world. He will spend his time in the darkness. The fear of him unleashing his demons was scaring me. I remembered the day when our Aunt died, he convinced me that it was him. He told me that he killed or Aunt Lucia.
But I knew better, It wasn't him. It was his other Louis. Louis suffered in DID too, Dissociative Identity Disorder. He has a multiple personality. Which often scares me. Whenever he's scared or too infuriated, he unleashes his inner demons.
Then I heard a knock.
"Come in!" I half shouted. Then I saw my lovely brother comming inside the room holding a basket of fruits.
"Hey there." He said, placing the basket at the coffee table, then he sits next to me at the bed. "Hey Boo bear." I said. He smiled, he love it when I say boo bear, my nickname to him when we were young.
"What are you thinking about Lou?" I asked, he looks lost in his own world. I knew it, he was in deep thinking. He is thinking about me. A tear slipped in his eyes. Then he lets it out.
"I'm scared Ni. I'm scared that I might lose another family. We only have each other. Then...... then.... y-you'll b-be le-leaving m-me." He bursted out while sniffing. I couldn't see him like this. He is strong, he is the one making the two of us strong.And now I could see him tears, in his vulnerable state.
"I'm sorry Ni." he said while whipping away his tears. I felt sorry for him. Hi eyes were puffy from crying. "Don't be Lou, I am the one who's sorry. Sorry if the time comes and I'll be leaving you." I said while tears were escaping from my eyes.
Our conversations always leads to this. Louis bursting out crying and I'm going to say sorry to him.
Louis stands up from his chair. "P-please don't leave m-me." I begged to him while gripping on his left arm. He smiled.
Then he ruffles my short blonde hair. "Ni, I never want to leave you. But..... I gotta go, m'sorry" he said while slipping away from my touch.
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