Silent Life

10- Age: 18 years old

10-  Age: 18 years old ll Louis Tomlinson 

Waking up again for the second time since forever, I see that I am no longer chained or restrained to anything. But I am indeed in a cell that is covered in nothing but white paint, a bathroom is across the hall, and a mirror is the only thing hanging on the walls. I sighed and sat up on the bed, looking up and closing my eyes. I was about to reach in my pocket and pull out my phone, but it wasn't there, and neither were my pants. I groaned to myself and began to bang on the walls trying to get the attention of anyone. 

"Sir, please stop. I don't want to have to sedate you." a small voice spoke. 

I rolled my eyes and looked over at the person that had spoke, trying to see if she was really worth my time. My eyes widened and my throat closed as I looked at who was there. She looked awfully familiar, but she couldn't be here. She was dead. She wasn't alive, and I resfuse to believe otherwise. 

She's dead. 

She's gone. 

It's over with. 

Let it go. 

I groaned and backed up until my back touched the back wall, and I slid down, placing my legs under my chin and rocking back and forth. She isn't really here. I couldn't believe what they are trying to do to me. I started thinking to myself, thinking Harry can hear me, hoping Harry can hear me. But sadly I know he can't. 

Help me Harry please. They are playing with my mind making me believe that my mum is alive. She isn't she died in the car crash, I saw her being pulled out of the car when I was eight. She isn't here, and I know it. I visit her grave everyday on her anniversary. I saw her in the coffin, she isn't alive. Please make them stop!  

I thought, hoping to god that Harry could hear me. When I recognized that he couldn't, I knew I was screwed. I was only pulled out of my thoughts by the touch of the nurse on my knee pulling me towards her, and into her arms. 

"Oh Louis, it's okay. I promise." she spoke as she looked me in the eye. 

I shook my head vigorously, trying to tell her that it wasn't. I knew it wasnt. and she knew that it wasn't either. She tried to hold onto me, but I shoved her off me and ran out of the open cell, down the hall and trying to get out of the place. I knew I wasn't getting out, but I had to try. I made it to the main lobby, but as I was about to run out of the place, two pair of hands, wrapped themselves around my arms pulling me along. I thrashed around in their grasp, trying to release myself out of their grip, but I wasn't making any progress. 

"Louis calm down please. I don't want to have to do this." her voice spoke again. 

I kept thrashing hoping that they would let me go, but they never did. They dragged me to a room with white walls, but one wall had tools on it, making my eyes widen quickly. One of the men walked over to the wall and grabbed needle that was hanging on it, and walked over to me, making sure that whatever fluid was in it, was full and coming out of the end. Smirking and grabbing my arm, he inserted the needle without any warning and made sure that I was full of the unknown liquid. I soon felt my body stop thrashing and my eyes slowly closing. Help me please. 

Harry  

I woke up, again, in the same room I was in a few minutes ago, except I wasn't the only one in here. There was another body here, but I couldn't completely sure who it was because the lights were off and it was dark out. I sighed and slowly lifted my body off the floor, groaning in pain knowing that whatever he did to me, it hurt. 

"Help." a voice whispered. 

I knew that voice. It was my mums voice. I gasped and walked over to her and placed my hand on her face, knowing that this particualr motion helps calm her down. I placed my lips on her forehead and placed her head in my lap trying to make her as comfortable as possible. As I was just about ot ask her how she was, the door to the room was opened and the lights flicked on. That's when I could see how much damage was actually done to my mother. She had bruises all over her face and cuts on her shoulders. She had a bandage on her stomach, blood seeping through. The tears began to fall down my cheeks, I was truley worried for my mother. 

"Isn't this a cute little reunion?" he spat. "But sadly it has to come to an end like everything in my life." he spoke with no emotion as he walked towards my mother and lifted her up by her arm. 

"Stop you're hurting her!" I yelled

"I don't care. She hurt me!" he yelled as he yanked her up and threw her back on the ground. 

"Stop it! She's already dying as it is!" 

I felt a sudden rage go through my veins as my father kicked her in the stomach. I got up quickly and ran over to him and shoved him with all of my strength knowing that I wasn't that strong, but found out I was stonger than I thought myself to be. He slammed into the wall, and I grabbed him by the collar abd repeatedly shoved him into the wall, trying to knock him out. 

"You fucking hurt her! IT was your fault!" I kept yelling feeling the tears falling down my face quicker. 

Just as I was about to pull my fist back and punch him through the face, a gunshot was heard and my eyes went wide, looking down and seeing blood. Not knowing which one of us was shot, I passed out. 

Okay, I apologize for the long as wait, but I got stuck, but I think I got something going here. There are going to be slow updates until May just because of school, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!