"What does freedom mean to you?" He asked and stared deep down into my eyes. "Uh..." I stammered. I've never really thought about it. "I think, to me, freedom means being who I am without a third person's opinion or permission." "Freedom lies in being bold. You can't be free if your own self doesn't permit you to." He poked a finger in my chest. "That's exactly what you have to do." His emerald eyes shone. "The form you wrote says you have tried to commit suicide?" "Yes. About twice." I sighed. Dr Styles ruffled his hair. "What's your name and how old are you?" "Louis Tomlinson. 19."