Childish

Chapter 2

Joey POV
I'm sleeping peacefully, when I hear my door creak open it goes silent and then all I hear is whispering before Meghan jumps on me and shouts
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEY!"
Everyone comes in my room and start dancing around singing happy birthday
Me being the depressed sad kid with 2 friends rolls back under my covers and try's to sleep.

"Come on sweetie it's your birthday!"
My mum says spraying silly string on me
"Birthdays just mean I'm one year closer to death, and I'm getting closer to death by the minute" I say pulling my covers back over myself
"Way to kill the mood" Meghan says sitting down on my computer chair
"Let's go have some fun" mum says overly excited
"Sleeping is fun" I say, then everyone gets up and walks out

I get up and lock my door and sit on my bed
"Happy birthday to me" I say as If don't care about anything anymore, which I don't
What is there to care about, I've been bullied since 9 years old everyone at school knows I'm gay my mum doesn't approve of me being gay. The only people who really care about me are Meghan and Alex. Me and Meghan have been friends since the start of primary school, and Alex is my brother so I've known him for my whole life. I don't have much of a good life it's pretty sad actually. I use to cut and I would even under age drink, the best time of my life is when I'm asleep

I slide off my bed and walk over to the bathroom, I take a quick glance of myself before realising how much of a depressed freak I am. I get into the shower and straight away sit down and pull my knees up to my chest, I can't stop thinking of all the terrible memories I have

Gaybo!
Fag!
No son of mine will be gay, disgusting
Kill yourself already
No one loves you
Depressed FREAK!

When did this happen?
When did we stop wearing light up sneakers?
When did going to bed early become a good thing?
When did play dates turn into dates?
When did dad stop being a superhero?
When did we start using labels?
When did weight determine if we can go on rides or not? And start defying who we are?
When did we look in the mirror and not like what we saw?
When did scars become, on purpose?

I pick up my shampoo bottle and throw it at the wall and start crying
What's so wrong with me?
Why does everyone hate me?
These are the questions I'll never under stand.
Everyday after school I run past my house and into the forest, I have a tree house in there, It may be broken down and mouldy but, it's the last place I had a good memory. From then on its been down hill. Sometimes I think, if I do kill myself it would make everyone happier, everyone but two people. The two people I love the most and care for.

Meghan and Alex.
The only reasons why I'm still here.