𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔💙💚

𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼, 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 ‖ 𝐓𝐖⚠

⚠ 𝐓𝐖 ‖ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌, 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⚠

You're worthless. 

Cut. 

Fat.

Cut. 

The worst singer in the band.

Cut. 

A shitty boyfriend.

Cut. 

Imperfect.

Cut. 

Blood seeped from the fresh wounds on his wrists, staining the bathroom tiles below and blooming into eerie, scarlet flowers. 

Louis watched as his blood trailed down his wrists and hands as if they were snakes slithering down a pipe, leaving remnants of scales and blood that seeped through his scarred skin. 

It felt good. 

All his turmoil and pain forgotten, Louis silently relished in the sting of his fresh cuts, the prick of pain as he moved his blade around old scars and scabs. 

He sat, staring mesmerized at the gleaming blade in his bloody hands, the shine of scarlet blood on its sharp edge, the glow it emitted in the soft bathroom light. 

Surrounded by blood, Louis closed his eyes, his precious blade held tight in his hands. He was floating now, in his own little peaceful space, content. 

Slam. The door opened. Louis did not open his eyes. 

Lou...? A voice called. 

Sobs soon echoed through the room.