*louis pov*
Dammit. Why do I always do this. I'm fine for a while and the I just lose it. I'm such a fuck up. clean for 2 fucking months. I look down at myself and see hundreds of deep bleeding cuts all over my arms and legs. my blade is to my left and to my right, a bottle of germ-x. I know it's stupid but it makes the pain worse. Which is a good thing. sometimes when I'm cutting I lose control. like I don't even remember doing it. I was admiring my work when I heard the front door open. " Louis? where are you love?" shit. Mums home. None of the doors in the house lock so I rushed to clean myself up but when I stood up I got really dizzy. Then everything went black.
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Oh Darling We're All Mad Here
Fanfictionlouis has severe depression and is sent to a mental hospital. harry is his caretaker.
