Surrogate Sequel: Uncovering The Moments [Larry Stylinson]

Staring at the Sink of Blood and Crushed Veneer

Warning: Self-harm

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I sat on the cool tiles of Niall's bathroom. The house was empty and silent. The silence deafened me. It screamed at me. So many emotions to deal with when you're alone. I took a shaky breath and tried to calm the spinning. Maybe what I did was wrong, but it does help.

I held onto the side of the sink for support. I squeezd my eyes shut. My mind was racing and it was making me dizzy. Calm down Emerson, you're fine. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. Face pale, no blush. Pain in my green pools. A grimace on my lips.

I just hope this doesn't become routine.

I rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found the first aid kit. I dug through it, it was practically empty and the one thing I needed was gone. I sighed. I cradled my injured arms to my body, soaking my black t-shirt, and padded down the hall and to the kitchen. I wrapped my wrists in a couple paper towels. Then I went back on my search to find some gauze.

This was hopeless. I sighed and collasped on the couch. I was exhausted. Mentally and physically.

I didn't mean to do it, honestly. It was just an urge I felt. Like it was a hunger that took me over. I couldn't not do it, the need was to great. I wanted to satisfy the monster that was hungry for my destruction. I pushed myself off the sofa and walked up to Louis and Harry's room, maybe they had a first aid kit.

I started rummaging around. I looked through Harry's suitcase first, found nothing of use to me. Although I did find a few things I never wanted to find.

Upon looking in Louis' I found a bag labeled 'Em's stuff'. I unzipped it, inside was a small silver music box, a large book, a silver locket, and a family photo of Louis, Harry and I. And way down in the bottom was a box. Full of gauzes and tape. Labeled 'For Em, Emergency Use Only'. This confused me, was I accident prone? I shurgged and took out a few and properly bandaged myself.

Then I walked down to my room and slipped on my jumper. I sat myself on my bed and studied the photo. I wasn't very old, maybe six or seven. Harry's arm was around Louis and I was in Louis' arms. I was grinning broadly. It was beautiful out.

I hated everything about this picture.

I threw it across the room, it crashed into the wall and glass covered the floor. I didn't care. I buried my face on my knees and cried. I don't know how long I was crying, all I know is at some point I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning with my whole body aching. It was like a dull throb throughout my whole body. I groaned and rolled out of bed. I stretched and found myself whimpering. I lowered my arms as realization dawned on my. I sighed and pulled my curls out of my face and walked downstairs.

Harry and Louis sat at the table. Louis finishing his breakfast and Harry drinking up a cup of tea. I slid next to them at the breakfast bar. Harry slid me a plate. I simply looked at it. I didn't feel hungry, all I felt was sick with hate. And the cause of the feeling was right next to me. I sighed in disgust and walked outside. It was cold, snowing. Nate was walking up the sidewalk with Niall and a woman I didn't recognize. Which isn't saying much, I don't know anyone.

"Hey Em!" Nate said brightly. I conjured my smile that was too easy to fake.

"Good morning." I responded.

"Sleep well?" Niall asked as they approached the stairs I was sat on. I shrugged.

"Alright. Where have you been off to?" I asked.