Kitchen Sink {Jalsey Fanfic}

Forest

*Josh POV*

I Saw my uncle will pull something from his pocket. A small rag.

He's ending me

I turn to run but hear a sound like a gunshot. And that's exactly what it was.

Right into the wall in front of me.

That's what he did 18 years ago. Tried to kill me. Said I was never going to amount to anything.

I slowly turn and put my arms up.

ASHLEYYYYY*

I Was laying on my couch with the tv running in the distance.

A song with so many memories and pain. It was on my wide box tv from the 80's. It was propped up on a fading grey fold-out chair.

"Down in the forest,
We'll sing a chorus,
One that everybody knows."

My voice cracked and my mouth dry as I sang along just above a whisper.

Then, the flashbacks occur.  

Trigger *abuse*

I was laying on the couch with my feet on Miles' lap. He had a half empty bottle of a hard liquor I couldn't identify in his left hand. We had been watching some show about models

"Ashley, why can't you look like that?"

"What?"

"I said, why can't you look like that? Skinny, pretty, maybe even be slightly smart or talented?"

"Miles. You love me."

"Bullshit. If you weren't my sorry excuse for a fiancé, your be on the street."

"But."

He threw my feet off of his legs.

A hard impact to the head. I looked down at my lap.

Broken glass was in it, tangled in the ends of my hair, all over the couch.

"Clean that shit up.'

I got up off of the couch, and ran outside the door.

I ran, and ran and ran.

I reached some trees along the edge and walked into them.

When I reached what looked like a clearing I grabbed the ring on my finger and threw it as far as I could.

My arms and eyes burned and so did my legs. My stomach hurt and my throat dry and scratchy.

I Stared to sing, scream.

A mix of screams and cries and lyrics to whatever came to mind.

I fell. I fell asleep in the middle of the clearing and I didn't even care.

*TRIGGER OVER*

I Rolled off of the couch and into the floor, my sobs loud and clear. I screamed as loud as i could and once again, fell asleep where I was, my eyes burning.

*JOSH*

I slowly raised my eyes and saw nothing but a stained concrete wall. Oh. Oh shit. This wasn't good. It was especially bad, as I had recognized this place.  This was the place of all hell.

This place was my uncle's old basement.

It had all happened here. In this very room, the spot I was sitting in. The past that I had been eternally damned to. 

"Little Joshy's woken up already?" a female voice choked out in a chalky tone. It was a voice burned in my memory,

It was the voice of aunt Helena. This can't be good. Then again, nothing that's happened  in this room has  ever been good. I wouldn't be surprised if one of these nut-jobs had a stash of pure black tar heroin in here. The walls had been grey and lined with stains of-

What the fuck are they?

Probably best not to inquire. "My name is Josh. So piss right off." Helena furrowed her eyebrows.   "I only want to work with you, Josh."

"Don't lie to me, lady. Don't you dare lie to me." She only walked closer to me. I started to shake and wiggle my way away from her in the chair. "NO! Back up! Ashley and TY and Brendon are coming soon, they'll get you! And me- they'll save me from you. THEY WILL!" I screamed, suddenly feeling weak- empty. I broke down crying and hung my head. "I've been in your position. You think I want to live with that nutfuck?" I looked up at the woman I had lost all faith in. "Yes. Yes I do. I think you're somehow compatible with him and that you both just want to make my life a drama clusterfuck. Well I won't have it. If you want to work with me then untie me, or else."
"Josh, you know I can't do that, you know what he's like. If it was safe for me to do that me and all of your friends would be gone somewhere safe, 3 states away." Her voice had a rasp to it, as if she was thirsty.  Or she has just woken up.

"What about aunt jewel? Can't she help? Call her." I said, desperate to get free from the plans that they have made. 

"If we call Jewel, she'll die. She's not strong enough to fight him, and he's not afraid to hurt her."

"Why would he touch her? SHE'S FIVE FUCKING FEET TALL! WHAY MONTER HURTS A HELPLESS WOMAN?"

"Jewel is 60 years old, Joshua. She's and old lady. That's why I can't call her."

"Oh. Well, what else are we going to do?"

*ASHLEY*

I Woke up, lonely, on my floor. How I got there, I didn't know. My head pounded and i didn't want to get up, I was just going to walk a small distance to my bed, yet it seemed quite tiring and pointless. I was completely faded, I just needed some help. Or some sleep. My mouth was dry and I felt a little in my stomach, nothing new. I wouldn't eat after  I left him. I was tempted to be skinny. I started smoking, drinking, and that was all that entered my body. I still don't eat very much. I refuse. You could see my ribs, and my pelvis was pleasingly visible. I was suddenly hit with a wave of pain in the back of my head. I threw my hands up and entangled my fingers into by very short and curly hair, pulling it with all of my strength. Which, obviously wasn't helping. I let go and the pain went away, only to return every three or four minutes. I reached for my phone and dialled 911

JOSH

"Sweetie. Listen to me, rest, I can't say we will be fine, but you need it. You need rest."  My aunt Helena said with a dull look in her eyes. I leaned my head back.

"Perfect." She said, walking over to me.

A hand slapped over my mouth and I struggled to breathe, I was fading out of consciousness, struggling with breath. I stopped being able to fight and it hit me, I was being drugged.

HEY GUYS, Cathy has left the book for a while, I don't know when or if she'll be back. It's just me, Conner.