No wonder why your father is disappointed. He raised an idiotic, scared, failure.
He would be better off if you would disappear, you know.
•I'm not a failure. I'm not idiotic. I'm not scared. I'm not a failure. I'm not idiotic. I'm not scared. I'm not a failure. I'm not idiotic. I'm not scared. I'm not a failure. I'm not idiotic. I'm not scared. I'm not a failure. I'm not idiotic. I'm not scared. I'm not a failure. I'm not idiotic. I'm not scared.•
• I'm not scared. •
Why?
"I'M NOT AFRAID." Josh screamed out loud.
You should be afraid.
Joshua's hands shook, he tapped his foot softly on the ground. His messy red curls fell over his face and he quickly pushed them away as he felt his heart race nervously, like a rabbit being chased by hounds. He felt sick, his whole life he had felt sick, like he wasn't doing something right, like he wasn't where he was supposed to be- and he knew he was a mess, his own father had told him he was a disaster of an older sibling, failing to act like the older one. His father had always told him to be an example for his younger sisters and one brother. He had failed, on multiple occasions. Tears threatened to spill like a raincloud that had became too heavy to keep holding in the moisture. He felt his stomach twist and his chest tighten, his breath falling short.
