Chapter 7: Lovely

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                                            'sing a song but don't believe. blasphemy is just for me'

   I write as I sit in my basement, thinking. My eye caught the sight of a couple red stains on the ground-

'Enough about you lets talk about me, and how everyone thinks I'm just so free. Free? did you hear the verse that came first and how my own bodies' waging war on me?'

-I proceeded to write. I started to feel the presence of a warm droplet of water on my lower lip. I clenched my fist and wiped away the tear.

     'Bzzuh'

   I checked my phone, looking for the source of the buzzing noise. It was Josh;

"tmm, my house at 1pm-bring piano :))"

                                  Even throughout all the pain and anxiety, just being able to feel some type of presence of Josh through a text, somehow made me smile.


wait

did I like Josh?

No,

he's just a friend.

shut up.

stop thinking about this

he's just a friend

don't think

did I?

I-

I love him

I loved Joshua Dun

I said it.

   Ha. Gay. You're pathetic.

"No. I love Joshua Dun."

   Gay. He doesn't like YOU. No one ever will! You're a freak.

I stopped listening. I put down my pen, grabbed a new sheet of paper, and titled the song, "Lovely."

Wow. Another extremely short chapter. Forgive my lazy ass👏

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