west coast ☆ joji miller

13 ; screams

i silently sobbed as i lied, tied-up in the backseat of ian's black mercedes. joji sat in the front passenger's seat, glancing at me every now and then.

all i could process was that my mom is dead.

my body shook in fear and anxiety, my depression and loneliness attacking my brain by the second. my next plan was to end my own life at this point; everything didn't feel right.

how could they do this? this was hell. all i saw was red, red, red! fuck fuck fuck!

"fuck you! i hate you! fucking dumbass motherfuckers!" i screamed at the top of my sore lungs, my body shaking violently as i spat the harsh words at the two who sat in the front,
"kill me! fucking kill me, you fucking cowards! what the fuck is wrong with you bastards? fucking fuck, you shitheads! let me go, kill me, do something! you. goddamn. pussys!" i shouted, kicking my legs as hard as i could into joji's seat, causing ian to slam on the breaks.

i squeaked as i rolled off the seats onto the hard floor. joji watched as the pale boy turned around and punched me in the stomach, making me sob.

i was broken, mentally and physically.