SIDE B| JOSHLER

FARVÄL

farewell

Small, shuttering choked up sobs, erupting from puffy closed up throats were heard from multiple rooms of this grey house this late afternoon in the early spring. Not even the tangerine-painted sky were able to make this house seem optimistic and lively, no, it was already too late for that.
The loudest came from his younger brother, who had not planned to break down in blubbering gasp-filled sentences that only the older of them two could understand, neither did anyone.
Jordan wasn't one to show the emotions that hid behind the heavy eyelashes and zipped-shut mouth. He'd think he had a way of battling away those salty burning tears, that oh so heroically fought their way through his repressed demands, but alas. His peculiar brother was a bizarre case that no one in this family could particularly understand. However, regardless of this, they adored every brave attempt Josh did to fit into what he called with his own words; 'this world's society', as if there was a parallel universe where he would fit in.

By all means would there be, who could blame the young boy's valiant struggle to find any comfort in his needing times? He wasn't like the other ones in his age, this he knew well. He was indeed different, however nonetheless, he wasn't lacking intelligence. This were his two sisters, Abigail and Ashley, greatly informed of. They weren't weeping as enormously much as Jordan, yet they were sitting in Abigail's room holding each other like time was barely. Arm around body like they were soon to evaporate and cease to exist, except they weren't the one leaving.

Hearing his whole family scattered around the building while he calmly packed his backpack, letting sounds of despair out with minimal to no shame of how loud the neighbours might have heard them, wasn't one of the easiest tasks Josh has had to deal with. However, it had to be done. And he couldn't change anything about his fate from now on, so why rush things? Why cry for the seventh time today? He had it coming, he knew they would catch up to him someday. Finishing to pack his necessities, Josh finally made his way through the hall to his siblings.

Breathe.
Deep breathe.
Do it.
Ok.
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"Guys."
Josh cleared his throat, who hadn't been warmed up since the silence after all the pairs of eyes locked with each other in the great living room. That was two hours ago. He figured since he did this, he would solve it. But right when he was about to say the first sentence of his long thought-out paragraph someone spoke up to his favor.
"No, save it Josh. It's not your fault. It's no one's fault! If they decided that you need to "get the help you deserve", then we can do nothing about it. So stop being the one who plays responsible for this, just once this time.". Heads snapped at the little brother's direction in shock. Josh's sunk with guilt to look at their cat, Dodie. The chocolate brown longhaired Persian feline clawed boredly at their rug and rolled over to her back to play a little with Josh's foot, she seemed to know when he needed her support. This was however the only way Dodie could show it, she did do it well either way. The silence that fell over them was chased away once again when Josh's mother spoke up about the dilemma.

"I just don't understand. How could they take Josh away? You're only 18! Surely there's another way, right? Therapy? You're too young to be taken to a mental hospital! The car that's waiting outside will have to leave, I will not let those monsters barbade into our house to take my son! Our son!"
"I'm deeply sorry, mother."
No one questioned their government still, even though Josh knew something was crooked about it, Josh still had his eyes plastered on the cat that now laid comfortably on his lap, for he dared not to watch with his own eyes the sadness he caused by existing. He just knew that his mother was laying in the arms of his father, Ashley trying to comfort her younger and older sibling and Dodie licking Jordans toes. He was leaving in minutes, yet he had not prepared more than physically to not knowing when he would see his family once more than today. Maybe that was for the best. His friend was not one to be accepted by most, so it became hard to fit in. He was scary, hell, even terrifying if you succeed to make him furious. Not to think about it was rational for the boy.

Josh knew it was time.
And so, with his backpack in his left hand he stood up from the couch to take a good look of his caring family. He said his last goodbyes.

He left.