Silent Pain (MiniZerk FF)
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  • Reads 5,799
  • Votes 182
  • Parts 5
  • Time 22m
Complete, First published Jul 10, 2016
Warning: Swearing, self harm, depression, overdose, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt 

Do not read if affected by the things mentioned in the warning above - read at your own risk. 

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Ever since a young age, Joshua Bradley has been diagnosed with depression and suicidal thoughts. Once he and his best friends formed the Sidemen his life turned around to open up a great future. Sadly this did not get rid of his depression it, in a way, made it worse. With Josh being pansexual it made him an easy target for the haters in the YouTube comments. The only way for him to make himself feel 'good' was to cut; and he did just that. Josh is not the type to go to the doctors in order to feel better he'd always put it off. He didn't want help he wanted to do it on his own; it's his battle and he must fight for victory. 


Simon Minter, Josh's best friend, was always there to support him in anyway. With Simon being bisexual he was also a target to haters but was able to ignore the hatred towards him. Josh was attracted to Simon and found it really hard to keep his feelings hidden as he didn't think Simon felt the same way. Simon on the other hand did have some feelings towards Josh, he just didn't know how to tell him or show him. Hopefully the day will come and they can have a happy future together... Can't they?
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