The first rope belongs to the broken neck of the girl who spilt her drink over Louis, her bodyhanging lifelessly with no colour whatsoever to signify body warmth.
From here, Louis can see thatshe's been dead a long time. The next rope is the reason for Louis abusing the arm wrapped aroundhis waist.
Anthony.
*LOUIS' POV*
It's like someone placed metal clamps over my ears and made every sound I could recognise simplypass by with the heavy ringing of metallic echoing. My head felt blocked and stuffed with thingsthat made it heavier.
I'm pretty sure I was struggling to free myself from the beastly grip around me,keeping me restrained from leaping out the window.
Anthony!
There are tears rolling down my face before I'm able to stop them. Along with hurt comes pain,unimaginable pain at knowing you've done all you can to save the person you're least likely to save.I know I can't scream.
There's no voice to do it. I'm under an agonising amount of pressure that Ifeel braced at the seams.
"Do you like it?" Harry asked against the lobe of my ear, half the tone of a toddler telling a secretand half the mannerism of a sadist ensuring his victim is well shaken up.
I'm being tilted forward and I don't know why, but it's by the strong hand of Harry on my back. Isob at the blatant gruesome extent of this 'gift', hiding it behind my hand with blurry vision coatingmy sight. The bodies outside hung limply in the wind, swayed lightly from side to side as the ropetwitched from the breeze and tension.
The squeaks and squeals of rope grinding on drying skin is covered by own screaming. I'm wearingnothing but clutching some form of cotton to my naked chest with my left hand.
Harry is shufflingbehind me but I care very little because I'm just about tipping over the edge of grief mountain. I'mkeeping my watery and widened eyes on everything indoors so another attack of panic isn'ttriggered.Who knew breathing could be so hard?
"I hate it." I mutter angrily, the whites of my eyes turning red with strain and beginning to itch."I hate you."
Harry doesn't seem to grasp this and he spins me around to look at him, but I fight a short battle tokeep my gaze off him. I'm afraid I might turn murderous myself if I have to see his big green eyesthat are no more appealing than moss. Anthony's pale face haunts me and the ghost-like features ofa young woman accompanies him.
"I did this for you!" He exclaimed heatedly, green eyes narrowing into something mossier.I gasp from the grip he has on my shoulders, squeezing too tightly to allow proper blood flow. Iwince and try to shove him off.
"No." He shook his head at his inner demon but he looked at me. "No, stop! I did this for you, Lou!"Coals would burn simpler in my soul than the ash and flame of Harry Styles. "For us."
An easily understood grim expression of distaste and irritation must have spread onto my features.My anger was raw and I felt it like ice but also mercury through my veins.
"No, Harry." I manage to get him at arm's length.Harry cut me off with a hand curling stiffly around my neck, causing no restriction or pain.
"Forus, petal."I wrapped my hand around his wrist and matched the intensity of his stare. "You did this becauseyou're cruel and heartless. I-"
"No!" He slammed his fist into the wall next to my reddened ear that's prickling with heat. "It wasfor-"
"It was for you and your sadistic mind!" I spit. "You hurt innocent people, Harry!"
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Impulse
Fanfictionwritten by ss98 Edward and harry styles are twin brothers with sinister intent and too dark eyes . Louis has a strong head on his shoulders and thats just what the twins like. with louis as the intern as a psychology student for the asylum the twi...
