THE RUNNER

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fuck josh, fuck the world you know that if you died no one but scar, night, and those guys would care,

"fuck yes we would care, I would never want to be with out you." Aria said. you may think my life is all rainbows and sprinkles but it's not. As soon as I walk in that door the beating start only because I have more than one form. My dad beats me, my mom is just as bad but my dad he um, he um rapes me. And they have me changed to the wall with silver and things around the room, there for making me unable to shift or defend me self.

I close my eyes to only have the memerys of a little 4 year old, with bright red curly hair, run down this hall yelling my name. he was not mine but he was beaten to death by his own parents why I was at school. I remember what he told me right before i went to school that day. Josh did not give a crap about it, he now's, and doesn't care. I was going to leave but know I can't because he's my mate. The smile Joe gave me right before I walked out that door to just come home to him sitting in my room, his heart not beating his arms show the hits he took. I sat there and cried, when they got home I tried to hit punch or do something to them but they did not care. THEY KILLED THEIR OWN SON. Only 4 years old, and he never went to school never had a crush and never found his mate.

FLASHBACK

Joe time for bed" I yelled

"coming angel" he said as he ran up the stairs almost falling, mom and dad were out so we better get to bed before they get here. I snuggle into the bed with Joe next to me.

"night baby" I said softly to him as he snuggled close to me.

"night angel" he mumbled as he fell asleep.

I layed there thinking, as I slowly drifted to sleep, the last thing I Hurd was the door shut as mom and dad come home. I pulled Joe closer.

"morning angel" Joe said

"morning baby" I said as I got dressed.

"be good" I told him

"yes" he said as he walked down stairs . I turned on the cartoons for him. i then left for school.

"Joe" I called out as I ran up the stairs my mom and dad had not got home yet. I walk on my room only to see him slumped up agents the wall, bruises covering his arms and legs, his neck purple. they killed there own child. I sat down on the floor and cryed, his face pale, I closed his eyes as I said one last thing to him.

"I love you" that's when I Heard the door open and laughing, I started screaming at them, and all they did was laugh and beat me. That night I cried my self to sleep and sometimes I still have the dreams. His little body up agents the wall, my parents standing over him, happy like they won a 1000$ or something. I never really understood why they did this, but it's sick.