The Somebody To Know {Louis Tomlinson}
The Day
October 13, 2012
Louis looked at his sister, who was visiting. He w=returned back to his twitcam, not really knowing what to do. He went to YouTube and started playing 'Viva la Viva' by Coldplay.
He watched as his sister left the room, annoyed by the music. Louis rolled his eyes, going to his Facebook, scrolling through his comments on the page.
'Die you fat ugly pig! God, no one likes you!'
'Hey, have you heard of the gay who drank bleach? Oh that's you, never mind fag.'
'Aw little baby, crying because your little gay boyfriend died? Gonna go dry to your father? Oh wait, he's probably at the bar is he? Or is he snorting up some drug?'
Louis felt tears in his eyes, but wiped them away. He read through the comments on his twitcam and say a comment that said to smile. So he gave them a closed mouth smile.
After the twitcam he went to the living room, seeing his dad with another woman, on the couch. Louis grimaced, quietly going to the kitchen to get a small cutting knife. He went back up to his room undetected.
He hid the knife under his pillow, going to his dad's room to get some of his dad's medicine. he went back to his room, and hid it under his pillow also. He grabbed his school notebook, opening to a clean page.
'So by the time you read this, I'll probably be dead, lying on the floor with a knife and some pills out of their bottle.
I know no one will miss me, what have I got to miss? I'm nothing, nothing at all. But I just wanted to tell whoever is reading this who some of the people are that made me do this.
Firstly, my dad. He sexually abuses me, as well as normal abuse. Scary isn't it? He'll use the belt, his hands, or maybe even his cigarette.
Second, some of the football players at school. They taunt me everyday, and bully me to no end. I was even sent the the hospital once or twice, can't really remember.
Thirdly, my mom. Dearest mom, I know you were never here for me, maybe that's why this whole thing happened. Maybe if you stayed I wouldn't be so alone. Maybe my life would be better even.
But it's not.
Lastly, me. I'm giving up on myself. I can't handle the years of pain I've been through.
I'm not saying anymore, you can look it up on YouTube.
TheSomebodyToKnow'
Louis' hands were shaking as he finished off the letter. He sighed, grabbing his anti-depressant pills. He took 15 of them. Grabbing his dad's pills, he took 15 of those.
He then got the knife, sliding it across his battered skin. He felt the veins pop, blood gushing out onto the floor.
Louis started feeling lightheaded. Was he finally doing it? Was he succeeding? He cut more, not wanting to take any chances.
He felt uneasy in his stomach, as if he were gonna throw up. He liked this, more, the thought. He wanted to die.
He shakily grabbed both of his and his dads pills, finishing off the bottles dry. He put them down, and still drug the blade across his skin, until there was no more room.
He fell to the ground hearing the his siblings ask what happened to their dad. As they came up the stairs Louis' body couldn't take all he had done to it.
Dead.
Limp.
Cold.
Last things he heard was the screaming of his family.
Louis looked at his sister, who was visiting. He w=returned back to his twitcam, not really knowing what to do. He went to YouTube and started playing 'Viva la Viva' by Coldplay.
He watched as his sister left the room, annoyed by the music. Louis rolled his eyes, going to his Facebook, scrolling through his comments on the page.
'Die you fat ugly pig! God, no one likes you!'
'Hey, have you heard of the gay who drank bleach? Oh that's you, never mind fag.'
'Aw little baby, crying because your little gay boyfriend died? Gonna go dry to your father? Oh wait, he's probably at the bar is he? Or is he snorting up some drug?'
Louis felt tears in his eyes, but wiped them away. He read through the comments on his twitcam and say a comment that said to smile. So he gave them a closed mouth smile.
After the twitcam he went to the living room, seeing his dad with another woman, on the couch. Louis grimaced, quietly going to the kitchen to get a small cutting knife. He went back up to his room undetected.
He hid the knife under his pillow, going to his dad's room to get some of his dad's medicine. he went back to his room, and hid it under his pillow also. He grabbed his school notebook, opening to a clean page.
'So by the time you read this, I'll probably be dead, lying on the floor with a knife and some pills out of their bottle.
I know no one will miss me, what have I got to miss? I'm nothing, nothing at all. But I just wanted to tell whoever is reading this who some of the people are that made me do this.
Firstly, my dad. He sexually abuses me, as well as normal abuse. Scary isn't it? He'll use the belt, his hands, or maybe even his cigarette.
Second, some of the football players at school. They taunt me everyday, and bully me to no end. I was even sent the the hospital once or twice, can't really remember.
Thirdly, my mom. Dearest mom, I know you were never here for me, maybe that's why this whole thing happened. Maybe if you stayed I wouldn't be so alone. Maybe my life would be better even.
But it's not.
Lastly, me. I'm giving up on myself. I can't handle the years of pain I've been through.
I'm not saying anymore, you can look it up on YouTube.
TheSomebodyToKnow'
Louis' hands were shaking as he finished off the letter. He sighed, grabbing his anti-depressant pills. He took 15 of them. Grabbing his dad's pills, he took 15 of those.
He then got the knife, sliding it across his battered skin. He felt the veins pop, blood gushing out onto the floor.
Louis started feeling lightheaded. Was he finally doing it? Was he succeeding? He cut more, not wanting to take any chances.
He felt uneasy in his stomach, as if he were gonna throw up. He liked this, more, the thought. He wanted to die.
He shakily grabbed both of his and his dads pills, finishing off the bottles dry. He put them down, and still drug the blade across his skin, until there was no more room.
He fell to the ground hearing the his siblings ask what happened to their dad. As they came up the stairs Louis' body couldn't take all he had done to it.
Dead.
Limp.
Cold.
Last things he heard was the screaming of his family.
8/2/13