7. [TW!]

11 3 1
                                    

Days passed by as Josh lay in bed all day, staring at the ceiling and thinking about where went wrong in life. He let out a soft sigh, tears welling up against his eyelids and falling down the sides of his cheeks. His family thought he was just sick. Josh was never sick, but acted very well and could pull it off. His mother wasn't home during the day time so he had the house to himself, but he didn't leave his room and rarely left his bed, only to do something to take the pain away. He'd begun self-destructive behaviors again. His knuckles were still very bruised from the first wall punching but he was determined to feel pain again, to feel alive, but at this point, he didn't want to be alive anymore. It was dumb to think like that over a boy, but it wasn't just that. Josh had a history of depression and suicidal thoughts. A lot has happened in the past that left him scarred and traumatized. His family didn't know, mainly because they weren't his family. Just his adoptive family and they had no idea what Josh went through. They just suspected he was a good kid, who lost his parents. Wrong.
Josh stood up, taking a look at his bruised and bloodied knuckles with a soft grin. He adored the pain, the blood and the array of colors that bruises made. Josh wasn't so much angry at this point. He just wanted to punch the wall. He wanted the pain. He needed it. His ways slowly became a drastic addition over the last few days. He couldn't stop. It hurt so bad as fist collided with the white walls. Josh let out whimpers as he kept going, tears welling in the corners of his eyes as he gasped for breath, clutching his arm. Each swing hurt more than the last, but a voice inside his head told him to keep going, that he deserved it. Josh believed it.
Just as he was about to take another swing, he heard his phone vibrate. A noise he hadn't heard in a while. An unknown number.
unknown: hey.. it's tyler.

DESTINED. [JOSHLER]Where stories live. Discover now