"Hello this is Johannah Deakin. Sorry I have not answered your call, I might be a bit busy. Leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

"Hello this is Johannah Deakin. Sorry I have not answered your call, I might be a bit busy. Leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

He pressed the call again button once more.

"Hello this is Johannah Deakin. Sorry I have not answered your call, I might be a bit busy. Leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

Louis sat in silence for what he thought were ages. He sunk his feet deeper into the sand and felt as the small grains infiltrated the area between his toes.

He took stuttering deep breaths and the salty ocean air came rushing into his smoke torn lungs. He doesn't smoke anymore, but he misses how it relaxed him in moments like these.

The blue eyed boy sat up then made up his mind to simply dive into the frigid water. Whose going to stop him? He's Louis William Tomlinson, it's 11 p.m., and he's a man with not much to lose. (Or so he thinks.)

The waves are strangely fierce today and the fact that it is basically pitch black does nothing to help him. The only things covering his thin body are his black swimming shorts and a thin white t-shirt which he regrets immediately when the strong air whips at his sensitive skin.

He shivers slightly but decides that he has to do this. He's upset and has been ceaselessly so since a month ago when his mother passed away the second he opened that wretched door.

So he's going to jump into that water, and punish himself for not being there for her because they were intertwined after all; you can never just leave someone like that.

Not even thinking about it, he takes a running leap to the icy cold water and doesn't stop even when he feels the cold picking at his sensitive tan skin. Louis uses his strength to push through the waves which hault him. In a way it is liberating. He cannot do much, but at least he can defeat these waves.

Minutes speed by and he plays a game of diving deep into the water when a large wave passes. The waves make him tumble in the darkness of the water several time, but each time, he gets back up. Without realising it, he continues drifting towards the left side of the beach near the pier and the rocks protruding out of the righteous sea.

A few more times he thinks when his body begins to grow tired. He has to do this.

Once again, he uses the little strength he has left and he pushes and pushes and pushes through the enemies. Those waves can't get him; they are only water.

The next thing he knows he is farther than he ever anticipated. His face shrivels up, oh no. On his mission back towards land he swims quickly, not wanting to be in the cold water any longer.

But he cannot go back because the second he tries, he is caught in a current.

Oh fudge, oh fudge.

Okay okay. What did they teach in swim school? Don't swim against the current, swim to the side or with. He tries swimming to the side but he feels as if the current simply doesn't want him to. And how did this current even get here? He doesn't ever recall any mention of it nor warnings.

As much as he wants to, he evades those thoughts and focuses on moving with the current. It must have an end. It must.

He looks up ahead and notices that the current is leading him straight into the rocks. Alarm crosses his features and he pulls back as fast as he can. His arms flail uselessly in the water.

"Help!" he screams but it is no use. No one is here. "Please help me!" His voice is of no use either. The cold has rendered it to mere shrieks that don't reach the ears of a single entity.

This was a bad idea. Bad bad bad bad bad.

He doesn't have much time to react when he feels his head hit a hard object then numbing pain on his left temple and feels the blackness slowly over take him. This is it. I'm coming home mom.

He hates how he thinks this and how it is something he can think about in his final moments. He can't let his mother down and leaving the Earth at this time will certainly let her down.

"No," he speaks out weakly and tries at the water once more. In the distance he spots a piece of wood, just enough to lean his head and shoulders on. The blackness continues to claim his mind as he reaches the wood. Without much thought he places his body on it as the darkness fully envelopes his mind, body, and soul.

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