Taken-A Felicite Tomlinson Fanfic

Part 5

Hello so it's almost Christmas! I'm so excited, what about you guys? :)

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"Louis you don't understand, I can't go back there!" I screamed. "Fizzy it will help you in the long run." Louis said. "No it won't! I hate that place!" "Please Fizzy, cooperate."

These were as most days were spent. The boys as well as my sisters were always trying to convince me to do little things such as getting up out of bed, eating at the table, or going to a store.

Everyone tried to convince me to go to school or therapy, to which I refused.

I was apparently getting worse and worse.

All day I stared at either the ceiling or the walls at that was it. I occasionally watched tv, wondering how people in the reality tv shows ever became so happy.

The children holding their parents' hands outside or being kissed on their foreheads made me sick with jealousy.

And every time I went into a store I got upset when I saw a parent refusing to buy a child a toy and the child quoting "I hate you!" They were so lucky for that to be the biggest of their concerns, for that to be the only reason that they hated their parents.

The boys checked my wrists daily so I decided to start cutting on my thighs, which I now did daily. I was always finding a reason or excuse, no matter how small to do it.

I was dangerously suicidal. Nothing was working out and I was so lost.

You know they say a picture is worth a thousand words so I decided to see what my mind would come up with.

I ended up drawing a girl, deep in the woods with a tattered dress and bloody knife in her hands. She had no eyes but a giant smile on her face. And she was laying down in the leaves, bleeding out black blood. And I think she was dead.