Reservations for Hell. (louis tomlinson)

chapter 3 one year

I awoke to a dark room. Nothing could be seen except a hallway, dimly lighted by an old light bulb in a room at the end of the hall. The walls were a sick shade of green and liquid was oozing out in great deals of gooey green slime. It was quite disgusting. But besides that I couldn’t see anything. I tried walking forward towards it but something was in my way. A jail cell. Rusty bars slithered up in parallel lines to the celling and to the ground. I started pushing at them but they wouldn’t budge. After trying multiple times, I asked myself, wait why am I in here? “Hello Skylar,” a mechanic voice said.

Flashback:

After school I was headed home in a pride only found in the deepest part of my heart. This was rare. Louis had his shift at Starbucks so that meant I was walking home alone today. Usually we would ride home together or I would drive but my car was still in the shop and Louis was gone. Besides, our houses aren’t too far away from the school, like a 30 minute walk. When I arrived at my front porch, I unlocked the door only to be welcomed to a dark house which was strange because Max always left the TV on before he left for school. It was only then I saw a dark figure standing in the open closet (we never use) to my left. Before I could comprehend what was going on, the figure jumped out and chased me. My first instincts were to run to the back door. Right before I opened it, the figure caught up to me and pushed me down causing me to whack my head on the floor boards. My mind went blank.

Flashback over

                “Who are you?” I stuttered, suddenly remembering what had happened. The voice just chuckled darkly before the person came into view. Well his figure came into view. (I’m just assuming it’s a man)  He had a black mask on and an extra-large black body suit on so that every part of his body was covered; not even showing what kind of race he was. When he spoke, his voice was wired with a mechanic touch, not letting me hear his real voice. Clever, I thought. He reached into the bars and gently stroked my face, I jerked backwards at his famine touch. He didn’t answer which made me frightened. “Why am I here?” I asked him. He just chuckled again before leaving to the end of the hall. It was quite freezing and my head was throbbing from when I hit my head on the floorboards and I was very confused.

I thought of all the people who hated me, but there were a lot of people. I decided to take this to a personal level and think of those people. I knew Lauren hated me but this was obviously a guy with his body built like the way it was. Louis dad had a hold on me because he hates Louis and I always comfort him so this guy could very easily be him. No one that I know of really hates me though.

I saw the man come back from the room. It was scary seeing his tall well-built body storming towards me. There was something in his hand that scared me more than himself. A gun.

                                                                                One year later

It’s been exactly one year. One year since she has disappeared. One year since I lost her. In anger, I threw my beer bottle across the room and it landed in the exact same spot my dad’s bottle almost hit my head one year and a day ago. I stared at the date on my left arm I had just gotten 4 hours ago. 9/3/14. This is the date of the death anniversary. The date of today. The one year mark. I didn’t go to school today, like I would go anyways. As I reached out for a cigarette, I realized the pack was empty. I sighed and went out to my beaten down car looking for the stash I always kept under the seat. None. My temper raised and I screamed out of frustration banging my head against the car door. It was then that I slid down the car and started to cry. I haven’t cried since the day I found out she was kidnapped. I wept and slammed my fist on the hood car, denting it deeply, which only made me beat it up more. Soon my car was even more of a wreck, there wasn’t one place without a dent. Father is going to kill me then I started laughing. Like he would notice.

Ever since she left, my mind became darker. Without her, without her advice, or her help, my father had gotten to me and so had alcohol, cigarettes and tattoos. I was known as the schools player. The schools wreck. Nothing kept my mind off of her. Not even the alcohol, burning down my throat every second of the day. I went and got another bottle of beer and walked down the road. I didn’t really know where I was going until I found myself at her house. Hers.

Max came out. Ah damn it. I haven’t seen him since that day. I haven’t been there for him. I haven’t helped him through what I should have helped him through. His eyes widened when he saw me, he started running. And so did I, but the opposite way. I could hear his shouts, “Louis! Louis!” but I still didn’t turn around. Soon his shouts came out in sobs. My eyes burned with tears as I ran back to my shack. Running the whole mile. The distance between us. Then my mind became fuzzy. The distance before she was gone. Once I reached my house, I went into the backyard and started chopping wood, like I usually do when I’m mad. It gets things done and expresses my anger. My eyes became blurry with more tears and I chopped the wood furiously. Cutting them open perfectly because I’ve done this so many times.

I heard some rustling inside the house and realized my dad must be home. I heard his dark, rusty voice say, “You have a visitor.” I chopped another piece of wood, my eyes even more blurry than before. “Tell them to go home,” I yelled. “Louis what the matter now?” he asked. “It’s been one fucking year dad. A whole year since she disappeared,” I yelled vigorously, still not looking at him. I heard him grunt. “You might change your mind if you see who this is,” he insisted. I wasn’t really paying attention to his words, more like not caring. I felt a soft delicate touch on my shoulder, pulling me out of my trance. I sighed angrily about to punch whoever was touching me. As I turned around I fucking lost it.

“Louis,” Skylar said in a quiet tone, her eyes spilling a sea of tears.

woahhh so its been forever becaus ive had like 10 tests this past 3 weeks so im sorry!

song, terrible things - Mayday Parade