Sleeping.
Before all of this shit happened I was Sleeping. Looking back on it now, I find it quite silly. And ever since it happened, everyone thinks I'm insane because I could have prevented it. I know I could have. The warning signs, they were all there. I was so stupid for ignoring them. I attend therapy often. The doctor always asks the same question. "How are you feeling, Harry?" Like I could put the physical and emotional pain into words. But one day, he asked me a different question. "Go through and tell me all of what happened." I almost slap him right there. "I know how much it hurts, but talking about it will help you Harold. Trust me." I clear my mind and actually think. I breathe and begin.
I woke up in the middle of the night to hear a loud bang. The bang jolted me from my slumber and I turned to Louis' side of the bed. "Baby..." I called out. No answer. Just as I was getting up, another loud bang shook our house. I could hear Louis from downstairs. I sat up and pushed myself away from the bed frame we shared, tucking a loose strand of my long hair behind my ear. I stumbled my way to the stairs. "Louis?" I call again. Instead of an answer, I heared crying. I rushed downstairs and found Louis in the den. I gasped. He trashed it completely. The chairs were turned over, dishes broken, a vase cracked. In the middle of all of this stood Louis. A bloody, bruised Louis with a gun pointed at his throat.
I jumped. "LOUIS?!" I tried to rush over to Lou but he flipped the gun on me. "Don't. He smelled like alcohol. "Baby what the fuck." I whispered, tears were rushing down my face. He points the gun to his throat once more. "I-I can't fucking take t-this anymore." "What c-can't you take. W-we can talk about this and get through this baby." "All this F-fucking shit with management. Saying I can't fucking be with you. W-What the bloody hell do they know? If I c-can't be with you, I don't wanna live." "Lou, listen to me. Don't do this. We are together. I love you." "B-But I don't want to hide it anymore." 'We have to." "NO WE DON'T!!" Louis eyes filled up with tears. "What happened to you?" I choked out. This must be a dream. A fucked up dream. "I tried ta slit my wrists but it didn't work." "Louis... Please put the gun down." He ignored me and stumbled over to the window. "I love you Haz." He chuckled. "Tell my family I love them." "Loui-" "You should move on." He said, interrupting me. "But then again, I d-don't want ya too, you fool." The tears streamed down my face. "Please..." I whispered, and dropped to my knees. "Say you'll Always love me." Louis quietly says. When I didn't respond, he got angry. "F-FUCKING SAY IT!" "I'll always love you Louis." And then the gunshots rang.
