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Where It All Began

Hi! This is my first publication on Wattpad, so please be patient if anything seems out of place. There will be smut in later chapters, and mild violence so I just thought I'd place this warning here! Please enjoy and feedback is always welcome!

•Josh's POV•

"I'm sorry Joshua, there's nothing more I can do for you."

What? Did I just hear him correctly? I stared at Dr. Morris, and he stared right back at me. "But I've been attending these stupid meetings every single week!"

"Josh.." Dr. Morris started, but it was too late. All I could see was darkness.

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This morning was just like any other; I woke up to the buzzing of my alarm clock, got myself showered, and then put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I went downstairs, made myself a buttered bagel... all the normal things. Today happened to be Wednesday, and that was the day I was sentenced to two hours of hell.

I've been attending my anger management classes for the past month, and then again before that for another month or two. I keep returning to them after a while because, as Dr. Morris puts it, I am "a danger to myself and others around me."

I guess it's nice that my psychologist keeps putting me in these classes, rather than putting me in a psych ward or prison. He's always looking for excuses when the police argue that they don't believe that I am fit to live my life.

I love the fall, and this September morning was just how I like it; cool and breezy. I live a few minutes' walk from where my classes are held and so I walk every Wednesday. Apparently walking is a good way to release anger, but that's a bunch of bull if you ask me.

I stepped through the door of my home, turning around to lock it. There are three steps leading up to the front door, and I never step on the second one because it happens to be cracked and I believe in superstitions. After a minute or two, I zipped my hoodie and dug my hands into my pockets as the breeze rustled the leaves in the trees above me. There were hardly any cars traveling down the roads, no children out playing like they did in the month before, and no other people on the sidewalks; I was alone and I enjoyed that. I've never really been much of a people person. I moved out when I was sixteen, got kicked out of high school and then got my GED. I've been living by myself since then, almost six years later. I got a job at a bar that's a mile or so from my house and when I turned twenty one, the manager left me in charge. His name was Edward Heller but we all just called him Ed. Ed died last month, he was the only person I enjoyed the presence of. Now, I make enough money to cover my expenses and then some, so I think I'm doing pretty good for a high school dropout... if you don't count the anger issues I supposedly have.

Once I finally reached the building where my meetings were located, I circled around to go through the back. The building looked miniscule on the outside, covered with vines and hidden by trees, but it was some sort of Narnia on the inside with all of the hallways and staircases and rooms... if I didn't walk through this building every week, I'd get lost. No doubt about it.

I enter through the back because that is where we all meet, with Dr. Morris of course. Who would put a group of people together who are known for their sudden flashes of anger? The front is where Dr. Morris's office is, and where he takes care of his patients.

Today I was one of the last to arrive; it was the same thing every time. Everyone spoke about their week, sharing stories of success and failure. Some point out what helped them in their success and others explained what they should have done, but I never speak at these things. I don't even believe I have "anger issues" because I've never actually witnessed it. If I had them, I'd know about it and that's all there is to it.

After the dreaded two hours had passes, I quickly stood up from the creaky, old, uncomfortable wooden folding chair and started towards the back door when I heard a throat clear from behind me.

"Joshua Dun, please stay after for a moment."

I sighed upon hearing the request, turning sharply on my heels as I dragged myself back to the circle of chairs I had hoped to not see again for the next week.

Once everyone left, I turned my attention to my psychologist. "What did I do this time, Morris?" I asked, in a very exhausted tone. It seems as though I always do something wrong, but really I just mind my own business. Where's the harm in that?

"Please follow me into my office, I'd like to discuss something with you." I watched as Dr. Morris turned away from me, walking through a door, expecting me to follow him. I could just leave, but I might as well just get this over with.

It seemed to take forever to walk to the front, into Dr. Morris's office, through the building. In my opinion, it would have been much faster to go around outside.

I watched as the psychologist placed a key in the doorknob, twisting it, and pulling it open. He stepped inside and held the door for me. I thanked him and sat in the chair he was motioning towards as he sat behind his desk.

"Any progress with your anger?" He stared at me, trying to read me. I hate when he does that, because he isn't some magic man, he can't just see into my head. No one can.

"I dont have an issue," I reinformed him, once again. He sighed at this, looking away from me.

"Josh, I've been more than patient with you over the past year. I've kept you from many other situations less... appealing than the one you're in now, but these classes don't seem to be helping you at all, you don't even seem to be paying an ounce of attention when anyone speaks."

I looked at him, waiting for more at first before I realized what he was saying. "Oh!" I smiled, I don't usually smile but this was definitely a smiling occasion. "So I don't have to take these classes anymore?" I started to stand but quickly sat back down when I saw the shake of Dr. Morris's head.

"No, Josh. You still need to take these classes."

The confusion came back, "but you just said-"

I was cut off by the psychologist. "You need more help than I can give you on a weekly basis."

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling heat rise throughout my body.

"I'm sorry Joshua, there's nothing more I can do for you."

What? Did I just hear him correctly? I stared at Dr. Morris, and he stared right back at me. "But I've been attending these stupid meetings every single week!"

"Josh.." Dr. Morris started, but it was too late. All I could see was darkness.

•Doctor Morris's POV•

I know Joshua Dun, and I know he shouldn't be living on his own. But I know him, and he doesn't deserve to be locked away somewhere. I've tried to help him, but he isn't putting any effort in and that's when I realized that Josh would need someone to work with him on his anger on a daily basis. I have many colleagues that could work with Joshua, but before I could mention any of that, his anger took over.

"Josh..." I started, seeing his eyes turn a deep, almost black, shade. This is when most people know to quit, to send the person with this kind of anger away, but I don't have the heart to do it.

I recieved no response from Josh, but instead, before I could even react, my desk was cleared. Josh had swiped every single thing off in one swift, violent motion. I stepped back as he neared me, fear radiating throughout my body as I realized no one else was in today. Well, Tyler was, but he stayed in his office on the very top floor.

Josh was blinded by his rage, there was no way I could stop him. I am almost 65, there's no chance...

Before I knew it, Josh's hand was around my throat. I couldn't scream, I couldn't get through to him, and I couldn't defend myself. I didn't want to begin to imagine what would have happened next if Dr. Joseph hadn't walked into my office at that exact time.