Louis is lost, alone. Broken beyond repair like an old, worthless baby doll that a little girl drug around everywhere for years on end until the stitches began to unravel and the stuffing started falling out. Instead of stuffing though, it was crimson tears. Blood.
Every person associated with Louis seemed blood hungry around the lad; his family, assholes at school, everyone. So when a raven haired babysitter was hired to watch his baby sisters (not for him; his parents have made it awfully clear he could jump off a bridge and they would celebrate) Louis begins to feel... Feel more than pain and fear and a soul swallowing self loathing that threatened to crush his most vital organ and drag him down into the black abyss that is always shadowing him, waiting for him to take one wrong step so the hellish pit could swallow him whole before he could even cry for help.
Can Zayn save Louis before he cuts too deep one too many times? Or is Louis truly broken forever?