"He's bad news Lou -"Doris whispers as she grips on to the handles of my wheelchair, the wind nips slightly at our cheeks a faint reminder that Mother Nature is here , she is watching and i am dying . He's charming , black nirvana shirt tucked into ripped jeans and a sliver skull chain hangs off his the loops of his pants . The boxes in his hands weighs down the rings coating his pale fingers and he's different...different than anyone in this small town . " how ?" Doris leans against the shell of my ear "he's killed his parents, that boy is nothing but trouble " Or a coming to age teen story about A boy name louis Tomlinson who's body isn't saving him but killing him slowly , he uses a wheel chair to get by and everyone in his town frowns at his story , he's the billboard boy of the sick and dying and with his parents hectic job life they have hired his long time friend Doris (a honor roll student in school) to look after him and tend to his needs , the town knows everyone and nothing goes unnoticed especially when a curly haired boy moves next door with his aunt and uncle the talk is that he killed his parents and well louis can't stay away .