The Story Behind

Chapter Three-Not so Sudden Change

I am like way too lazy to edit and stuff. So sorry if its crappy!

Veronica came home around 6:30. She went directly to the kitchen to cook dinner before Joseph came home. Josh was asleep on the couch. His mother finished making dinner then she left to go get stella. Joseph came home..."get your ass up boy" he said with a growl. Josh didn't wake up. "GET UP NOW" the drunk yelled. Josh jumped up just to get knocked down with a slap. He winced. Josh put his hand on his cheek which was now stinging. Joseph grabbed josh by the shirt collar, getting in his face. "When i say get up you get up. You hear me?!"he yelled. "y-yes sir.." josh responded quietly. He threw josh down on the ground hard. "Pathetic" Joseph said as he started kicking josh over and over. Josh let him. Wincing after each kick. He knew if he were to run he would get beaten worse. "Get up. " his father barked. Josh got up. He was shaking and was in pain. Joseph grabbed josh and threw him across the room making him hit the wall hard. His father went over to him and picked him up by his hair. He began punching josh's face over and over as he had a hold of his hair.

"Worthless." "useless." He continued insulting him as he beat him. After a while he eventually stopped. "Now go to your room." josh went up to his room without another word. He was in so much pain. He shut his door trying not to slam it.

Josh sat down on his bed, got out a blade and started slicing his wrist. He just wanted to leave. 'hopefully i hit a vein and bleed to death.' he sometimes thought. One cut. Two cut. Three cut. He didn't stop. The blood dripped onto the floor as he cried.

Joseph got another beer and sat on the couch. Veronica came in with stella. They both kept quiet seeing a mess and knowing what had happened. "Get my food whore" he said to veronica. She went to the kitchen and made him a plate and brought it to him. Stella went to her room so she wouldn't end up getting hurt herself.

Josh looked out the window after putting the blade away and cleaning up the blood. He watched the moon and the stars. His only friend was the moon..if the moon could be a friend. 'why me..?' he kept thinking to himself. All he wanted was to be loved. Hell he didn't even know what love was. He sat there watching the moon. A shooting star shot across the starry sky. "I wish dad would stop hurting us..." he said quietly. He knew that shooting stars didn't make the wishes come true. It was worth a try though. He had hope. One day, everything will be good. Just gotta keep fighting to live long enough to see that day.

Its so sad! Dont ever harm yourself. Please talk to someone if you have thought about suicide or harming yourself. I love you dudes never forget that. 😘