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I Love The Sounds Of The Broken Pieces
0 ReviewsJosh's parents fight, and he barricades himself in his room
Ch. 5 I Love The Sounds Of The Broken Pieces
Josh's POV
I wake up to my parents fighting again. Dad's screaming at my mom, and throwing shit at her. I feel like crying. My mom doesn't deserve this asshole. She deserves way better, I know that.
I drown out their fight, putting on my headphones, and playing The Smiths.
I grab my bed sheets screaming into my pillow.
"She doesn't deserve this!!" I sob, my body shaking.
My body stops its tremors, as my emotions fade away. I feel numb, and go to my bathroom, feeling like I'd be better off dead. I crouch on the floor, and make myself throw up again. I always hated getting the flu when I was younger, I don't see why I do this so much.
I need to do it, they won't care if I'm gone.
I step out of my bathroom, rubbing my eyes, and feel some tears on my hand. I'm crying again I hate it. I hate being weak. I need to be better to my mom than my dad is. I can't kill myself off, my mom would be alone, and Dad would probably kill her over my death! Scratch that, he doesn't give two shits about me. Or my feelings.
I walk to my bed, and curl up in a ball, closing my eyes as I sob again.
I open them and glare at the red numbers on my clock. I suddenly feel ill again. I am too weak to make it to the bathroom. So I just roll over, and throw up on the carpet.
Fuck me and my bright ideas...
*Hii!! I didn't think I'd get this much love for this!! I am glad you all love it!! Xo Jules*
Josh's POV
I wake up to my parents fighting again. Dad's screaming at my mom, and throwing shit at her. I feel like crying. My mom doesn't deserve this asshole. She deserves way better, I know that.
I drown out their fight, putting on my headphones, and playing The Smiths.
I grab my bed sheets screaming into my pillow.
"She doesn't deserve this!!" I sob, my body shaking.
My body stops its tremors, as my emotions fade away. I feel numb, and go to my bathroom, feeling like I'd be better off dead. I crouch on the floor, and make myself throw up again. I always hated getting the flu when I was younger, I don't see why I do this so much.
I need to do it, they won't care if I'm gone.
I step out of my bathroom, rubbing my eyes, and feel some tears on my hand. I'm crying again I hate it. I hate being weak. I need to be better to my mom than my dad is. I can't kill myself off, my mom would be alone, and Dad would probably kill her over my death! Scratch that, he doesn't give two shits about me. Or my feelings.
I walk to my bed, and curl up in a ball, closing my eyes as I sob again.
I open them and glare at the red numbers on my clock. I suddenly feel ill again. I am too weak to make it to the bathroom. So I just roll over, and throw up on the carpet.
Fuck me and my bright ideas...
*Hii!! I didn't think I'd get this much love for this!! I am glad you all love it!! Xo Jules*
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