September 7, 2012.

Louis sighed, setting up his video camera to make his video. Before hitting record he thought about all that had happened- his father, his mother, his step- mother, his sisters, his brothers, his bullies, his dead boyfriend Harry.

Harry.

Louis felt tears pricking his eyes thinking about it. He knew what had happened to him. Shot by his own father. Sad isn't it?

Even sadder when you were witnessing it.

He hit record, picking up the cards so they were in front of him, his face full in view.

'Hello!'

'I've decided to tell you about my never-ending story.'

Louis smiled at the camera, still hiding his braces he still had on, getting them off next year.

'It started when I was four years old,'

'My mum had just left us with my 14 year old brother Nathan, leaving my dad in the care of 7 children-'

'My sisters Daisy, Phoebe, Felicite, Charlotte, and Georgia,'

'And my brother Daniel.'

'Not even a week after she left he started drinking, smoking, and doing drugs,'

Louis shook his head sadly.

'That left my oldest sister-Georgia- in charge of us,'

'She was only 10 at the time, I was the youngest.'

'Two years later...'

'He came home drunk and high, and saw me on the couch sleeping,'

'He yanked me up and brought me to his room,'

'He "punished" me in there that night,'

'It wasn't the first time though.'

Louis looked down, feeling dirty.

'When school started I wasn't the most popular kid there.'

'Since my dad had a reputation all the kids teased me about him.'

'I came home crying to my brother Nathan everyday,'

'He came back because our mom was sent to jail for 2 years.'

'Then one day at school there was a new kid in our class,'

'His name was Harry.'

Louis smiled, closed mouth, looking into the camera, his blue eyes shining with a bit of happiness.

'I remember how we met to this day still.'

'We were in the bathroom, when he tripped over his shoes.'

'He had said "oops",'

'I said "hi".'

'We instantly clicked after that.'

'We would hang out after school everyday.'

'I learned that his dad would hit him if he were bad, just like mine.'

'We would tell each other what had happened the night before at home,'

'He was a year older than me, though, and my dad hated that.'

'Elemantary school was like that until middle school came.'

'When I entered 6th grade I was starting to get physically bullied.'

Louis put the cards down, pulled his sweater sleeve down, showing a long scar that ran from his wrist to his elbow.

'They called me names such as'

'Ugly'

'Fat'

'Disgusting'

'Prick'

'Cry baby'

'Faggot'

'Twat'

'Pig'

'Gay boy'

'And lots of others that I don't want to write on paper.'

'I cried to Harry- a lot.'

'We were closer than ever before.'

'I felt safer when I was around him.'

'One day we were at his house, when he asked me if I had my first kiss yet.'

'I said no, cause who would like me?'

'He leaned in and kissed me.'

'I didn't know how to react, I was only 12 years old.'

'But after that we started dating.'

'One day people found out about us, and beat me up for dating him.'

'I was sent to the hospital with a broken arm, sprained wrist, and fractured ankle.'

'Entering 7th grade was super scary for me though.'

'I was finally 13, meaning I could finally get a laptop and phone.'

'I was so happy.'

'I decided to get Facebook, cause it was cool.'

'But it wasn't.'

Louis looked sadly at the camera, his eyes super blue.

'My bullies had found me, and started posting photoshopped-'

'pictures of me on there.'

'People at school started ignoring me.'

'That's when I got twitter.'

'I soon became twitter famous for my "inspiring tweets".'

'All of them begged me to do a twitcam.'

'And I did.'

'They called me handsome, and sexy.'

'One guy wanted me to take my clothes off and strip.'

'I didn't though.'

'I took off my sweater though,'

'And a guy messaged me about meeting him up.'

'I declined saying I was only 13.'

'He said age was just a number.'

'2 months later...'

'I was scrolling through Facebook and saw a page about me.'

'I clicked on it and saw it was me taking off my sweater.'

'The person who made it said-'

"He was getting ready to strip for me. How bad..."

'My bullies found the page, and bullied me for it.'

'I found comfort in cutting.'

Louis pulled another sleeve down, showing a couple of cuts.

'Harry and I had finally made time for each other one day.'

'We were at his house when his dad burst in drunk.'

'Harry had me hide in the closet.'

'Bet you thought of a gay joke, huh?'

Louis rolled his eyes, before continuing on.

'Anyway his dad came in, and started hitting him.'

'He tried defending himself, but failed.'

'His dad brought out a gun and shot him.'

'I waited until he left, then went to Harry's side.'

'I kept telling him to stay for me,'

'I couldn't survive in this world alone.'

'He told me it would be alright.'

'He kissed me one last time before he died.'

Louis had tears in his eyes, wiping them with the sleeve of his black under amour sweater, paired with black under amour sweats, and a black beanie.

'A couple weeks after my dad met a woman.'

'She was kind at first,'

'She got me the braces I needed though,'

Louis smiled, showing his braces.

'I was grateful.'

'My other siblings were all out of the house, leaving us three.'

'When I was fourteen I found out why my dad kept leaving the house every night.'

'He had another family with another woman,'

'Besides the one that had just came into our lives.'

'She had yelled and screamed at him.'

'He promised to not go to that house anymore though.'

'He kept that promise,'

'But let his fustration out on me.'

Louis sighed, wiping away the remaining tears.

'I came home from school one day all beat up again.'

'I didn't want to fight anymore.'

'I'm just so sick of them, ya know?'

'I'm giving up.'

'I'm done.'

'I drank bleach that night,'

'But only went to the hospital to get flushed out.'

'When we came back home my dad raped me again,'

'3 times.'

Louis cried, taking his beanie off and wiping his tears. He put it back on.

'Now I'm in 9th grade.'

'Nothing has changed at all.'

'I'm still bullied, abused, and raped.'

'My dad still does drugs, and drinks and smokes.'

'My step mom left though.'

'My dad said-'

"Thank god she paid for the braces all at once"

'Yeah, best dad ever.'

Louis rolled his eyes.

'If any of my bullies are watching this-'

Louis got a look of pure hate, mixed with sadness in his eyes.

'I hate you!'

'Look what you did to me!'

'You'll be responsible for someone's death!'

'You'll murder someone without even really trying!'

'I did what you guys told me!'

'What did I do to deserve this?!?!?!?'

'Tell me!'

'Please do tell me!'

Louis wiped off some more flowing tears.

'Anyway, that was my story.'

'I'm on anti-depressants now.'

'I'm stuck...what left of me now...nothing stops.'

'I have nobody...I need somebody :('

'I can't meet with people...constantly cutting, I'm really depressed.'

'My name is Louis Tomlinson.'

Louis smiled weakly at the camera.

Notes

Inspired by the tragic story of Amanda Todd