Triggerwarningviolence Stories

I honestly don't know. Whatever happens is gonna happen.

“I’m okay.” Louis blatantly lied. If anything, he was far from okay. He had punched mirrors and windows and thrown things across the house. He’s broken holes in walls in the middle of his tantrums. Louis has cried and prayed and glued himself to his bed, sleeping all day, waiting for the pain to go away. He was depressed, upset, lonely, bottled up, distressed, and an overall mess. But he didn’t want the boys to know. So he said he was okay.