Sedate The Mental //Larry Stylinson//

I crouch down and my lip curls back. A snarl escapes my mouth. It sounds....threatening. I like it. I prounce of the floor and jump from wall to wall, towards the door. I need to get out of this basement and hurt someone. No, hunt someone. And that someone, is Louis Tomlinson. Because of him, I had my life taken awa...