Two-thirds of my life is dark, black, in fact, I don't remember anything from six years ago and past. I don't think the world hates me because I can't remember anything from my childhood, no, I don't blame anyone. Maybe because what you don't know can't hurt you, right? It's my fault; I know it is even if they don't blame me. So, I deserve this right? I deserve being tortured like this. I should keep my guard up, I should, and I will never put it down, ever again. I am satisfied with my life until he came, I know I have no right to act like this because it's not his fault, no; he has no fault at all. All he does is save me, but I know that I can never give what he wants, which makes me frustrated and guilty. He should leave, now. I just love him, no matter what. (This story is being edited, but the new chapters are still typewritten via phone so yeah, you can point out the mistakes, thanks! Enjoy!)
Slowish updates. Some will be faster than others.
Dear Mum,
I miss you. I don't know how to go on without you. I can't say that I understand why is it that you were taken from me. I can't say that I don't hate you just a little for leaving me with him. I can't fathom how my life has become like this, filled with dread and fear. Pain and hurt. I want it all to stop and it will mum. I promise I am going to make this hurt go away.
Maybe I cannot say all of that out loud but I can say that I love you. Love you more than my life. I hope you aren't angry at me for my thoughts... For my decisions. It's just I can't live this life, not anymore.
I'm sorry.
Love
Your boy, Lou.
Louis was right. He was going to make the pain stop, he was going to stop hurting eventually. He would never feel fear again.
But maybe, just maybe it didn't happen by the decision he wanted to make. Maybe something so unexpected saved him from his death.