Louis Tomlinson Sickfics

Forgotten Part 3

SELF HARM WARNING

I sat on the edge of the bridge with tears rolling down my cheeks.

I hear a soft voice. "Don't do it. You're worth so much more than that."

I immediately recognized it.... Mark.

"What are you doing son?" He then asks.

I tense up. "T-Troy.."

He rolls his eyes "and you believe that bastard?"

I sink into myself.

I go home and lock myself in the bathroom, taking a long look in the mirror at myself before grabbing my razor.

"You deserve this Louis..." I whisper to myself.

"Do it." Voices in my head ring.

I pry a part the object to reveal what I wanted.

The blade.