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Josh - Chapter 1 • Why I hurt, every day.

Warning: Abuse, suicide mentions.

Hey guys... Its Josh, and.. This is why I get hurt, and tortured everyday... See.. Before I was born, my... Mom was gonna have two kids.. A boy... And a girl.. But... One day, the girl died.. The, boy had killed them... Ate them.. And, they despise me for that... They never wanted me.. I was unwanted before I was even born... When I was a baby, they took care of me, but as soon as they could, they started abusing me.. Beating the shit out of me... Tearing me apart mentally.. I... Have tried to correct things, and.. Get rid of myself, but... They won't let that happen.. They want me to suffer... As much ad I want to get away, I.. I know, that... I deserve this. I deserve every hit, every breath taken from me. They have opened my eyes. And I know it was my fault. Its always been my fault.. Oh. Dad just came in. "Josh." Of course. He never calls me son. He is too embarrassed that he is the father of this thing. "Yes....?" I ask. I can tell by his tone that he isn't happy. This is going to be fun... Dad grabs me by the throat, and throws me out of my room, as hard as he can. I slam into the wall at the other side of the hallway. I yelp, as I hit into the wall. I fall to the floor, as dad walks over to me. Grabbing a bottle. A glass beer bottle. I close my eyes, as he swings it at me. It hits into my healing wound. Not only ripping the wound back open, but also making it worse. The bottom half of the bottle falls onto the floor near me. I hear dad pick it up. I have my hand an inch from my face. I'm wincing in pain, though the warmth of the blood is comforting. I have one hand on the floor, so I can support myself. I feel him place the bottom half of the bottle on my hand, with the actual bottom part facing up. So, all of the sharp bits are facing the back of my hand. Before I can react, he stomps on it. I yelp in pain, closing my eyes tightly, as small rivers of tears run down my cheeks. I scream slightly in pain, before I am backhanded by dad. "Stop being so weak!! You pathetic excuse for a child!!" He yells, as he grabs me by the throat. Holding me, so tightly, that I can't breathe. Right as I am about to pass out, he throws me back into my room, and slams the door. I am left to tend to my wounds, which I do. Then I curl up, on my mattress, and fall asleep. This was just one day. You can't imagine he torture that one week would bring. Hope you enjoyed me narrating my ass getting beat. I'll, see you next beating.. Wish me luck, guys...