Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 12

A/n: Shortish chapter. If you don't like reading about blood and such, you can just skip this chapter. I will have a small summary at the bottom of the page of what happened in this chapter if you skipped it.

Chapter 12 (Joey's pov)

I can't take any of this anymore. I'm too stressed out. It's all too much for me. Why can't I ever just be happy?!

I lock myself in my bathroom. I grab my razor that I use to cut my wrists and thighs. I lean against the door with my back and slide down to the ground.

If you're confused, well I'll let you in on something...I am clinically diagnosed with depression.

I take my razor and press the blade against the inside of my forearm on the inside of my elbow. It pierces my skin and I drag the blade down towards my wrist, leaning my head back as the pain washes down my arm. I close my eyes and repeat it with my other arm. I can feel the blood sliding down my arms and dripping onto the floor.

Now, I know that you're probably saying "Joseph? What the hell? Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Well, it's because I thought I had found the one guy I was destined for. But I was sorely mistaken. I always get my hopes up so high, then I get crushed so low.

I had seen him walking down the halls, with a girl clinging to his arm. I had wanted so bad to talk to him, but I was shy. Now it's too late and he's already with someone. My heart shattered right then and there. I don't think I can live anymore with this feeling growing in my chest.

Tears slide down my cheeks in silence just like my blood that is pooling at my sides.

I'm such an idiot. I don't deserve a mate. Just like my mother said. I'll never get one because I'm gay. No guy wants a boyfriend. I tried liking girls, but I don't feel the same way with them as I do with guys.

A knock sounds at the door. "Joey? Are you ok?" I hear Bobby's sweet little voice.

I stay quiet, knowing my voice will break if I try to speak.

He jiggles the door knob. When it doesn't open, he starts beating on the door frantically.

"Joey! Jooooey! Please! Answer me! Oh, god dammit!" I hear him run out of the room.

I start to feel a little woozy from the loss of my blood. I take a look at my arms. They are covered in blood, but it's dried. I shakily stand up, put my razor back in it's hiding spot, then stumble to where the towels are.

By the shower over the toilet is a rack of neatly folded towels, kinda like the ones you see in a hotel. My rack has an array of colored towels. I hate the white towels because they stain so easily and I hate that. So I grab a red towel and get it wet. I start cleaning off my arms. Once they are clean, I begin to clean the floor.

I hear noises from the other room, but I don't dare investigate.

Who knows what could happen to me in this state? I'd most likely pass out from exhaustion and maybe get kidnapped! I don't want that to happen again.

That's a story for another time.

I sit down at the door again. This time, I just look at my thighs and arms, at all the scars that run along them. I run my thumb over the scars on my wrist.

At one time, someone took a knife and wrote out the word 'LOSER' on my right arm. 'STUPID GAY' was craved on my left arm. Unfortunately, they are still there. I can still see the words. They are forever etched into my skin, my mind.

My lower lip trembles as I fight my tears to keep them in. I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I lay my left cheek on my knees and stare at the wall. My eyes slowly close shut. Exhaustion kicks in and I begin to fade into a fitful sleep.

At least that's where I was going until a loud bang sounded and I am thrown into the shower door. I lay in a heap of limbs. I raise my head and see spots dancing across my vision. My ears are ringing. 2 blurry shapes walk towards me slowly. They are about the same height.

One of the blurry shapes kneels down by me and takes my head in their hands. I know it's girl hands from how they feel.

My ears slowly stop ringing, but I feel like I'm hearing underwater.

Distantly, I hear a small conversation:

"Chloe, can you fix him? Please?"

"I don't know yet. I'll have to give him medication and such. He has to take it. Or else he won't get better."

"Oh, please help him! He's my big brother! I can't lose him!"

"Bobby, calm down. I'll do the best I can to help him."

The blurriness in my vision starts to turn into darkness, so I know sleep is coming for me. So I welcome it with open arms and fall into a fitful sleep.

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Summary:

Joey cut his arms and talked about how he is clinically depressed. His brother, Bobby, tries to get him to talk, but doesn't succeed. Later, Joey cleans up his mess and is about to fall asleep when Chloe and Bobby throw the bathroom door open. Chloe then talks about how she will get him medication to help with his depression and such. Joey then falls into a fitful sleep.

A/n: hey guys! Hope you liked this chapter! I know, I know! It's really sad. But it will be ok, guys. I promise. Hope you haven't figured out the cause of his problems yet! ;) Lol!

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