Book over credit: @Larry_smilinson
Louis is mute , everyone around him knows the small teen can talk he just simply refuses , during the day he helps his father clean old studio apartments and by night he's painting mythical beings in his small atti...
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And Louis ran , he ran for hours and where to well no one could say - the rain hit the shell of his ear steady , slowly and chilled to the core . Couples and children stared at the teen boy as he ran down the busy city streets and plaza , a mother comforting a warm cup of hot coffee raised an perfectly arched eye brow .
Though her motherly instincts said run , gather the boy in her arms and huddle him into safety and away from ignorant men scrutiny. She was no father away like him , she had never heard her children speak or her husbands smooth silk voice when he holds her at night and whispers "I love you " - so as you can see they were both no different, no stranger but still somehow different; stranger at the upmost .
Louis felt as if his lungs were filled with the rain , that this was how drowning felt like and how humiliating it would be to die right here in front of people who already cared very little about him - fingers cold and teeth chattering the running persisted as if something was calling him .
Calling him like his mother did when he was younger and dinner was ready , she would lean on the kitchen counter with a soft smile and a jutted out hip ... dad would be inches away twirling her brown hair between his fingers flowing so smoothly like blood and blossoms , that was until her hair began falling out at even the slightest touch
"Karen-" "Dear can you get ready for supper please ."
She would cry when he was gone , hold that piece of hair in her hand and grip the counter as she let out silent screams . Louis eyes burned at the memory , at the lost of hair and kept running until he came face with Wyatt's bridge .
Ah you must be confused , you might question why the bridge is named Wyatt and not some hystorical landmark name ... well Wyatt Reynolds was 15 when he walked down to this exact bridge Louis is at right now , he was killed here and well to honor him why not give his murder spot his name .
It was that very information that made Louis close his eyes tightly hoping that he too could be Wyatt , that someone would do to his body whatever they wanted and for the first time in years he will scream in agony , he will yell for help and grasp on to anything he can find as they us him ; abuse him and as the knife goes across his neck he will talk once again like he used to before his mother passing .
He'd say "thank you ."
"How beautiful would it be to jump " "Jump now and your bones will break into pieces "
".... your dad will be happy that you are gone ."
Feet peered over , soft waves rushed blow and the bright light from a boat a few distance away can be seen and a females cry of pleasure can be heard over the music - how many drinks does it take for such woman to throw away her morals and slowly untie her bathing suit top as others watched , how many whistles does it take for her to suck one off while the other records and the lucky one fucks ... how many hours does it take before such woman regrets what has happened and her video is on every social media website.
The wind whipped at Louis feathery hair and with a last deep breath , the tap of courage he begins to fall . His mother reaches out with teary eyes , her face showing nothing but heart break but before they can reach , touch each other she drops into the ocean .
"Stop me !! Someone stop me !"
"H-uh-" Louis gets out dryly as if his mouth needs a thousand bottles of water and it's all too scary , it's all too much as he closes his eyes tightly and drops into the ocean .
No one can tell you where he ran off to that night , the wyatts Bridge is not the location and though many will say it's where it all started they are foolishly mistaken . He came to Louis like some sort of mythical water beast , placing his lips on the mute boys and giving him the chance of life ; eyes a deep yellow and hands cold like snow .
They met humorously, comically and indifferently .
A/n , my writing is very different and sometimes I have to slow down and allow myself to double check that anyone else who reads can interpret what is being said - that referring to Wyatt was for those to understand Louis desperate need to talk again , he has come to the conclusion that if he goes through what Wyatt had gone through that at least at the end he will talk even for a moment . This is not told in my point of view or louis point of view , it is told bymonsieur grecwho is speaking in the very beginning (pro chapter) he witnessed the love and will be included in the book soon but for now he's only telling how things went
.... the book is not finished just wanted to explain some things and I hope everyone could gather that this story is based off the shape of water !!
