( TW: mention of SH !! don't interact if uncomfortable >: )

It was another night at Bythrone County. How long has it been since that happened? It's way too many to count; Joseph lost track anyway. He has been stuck in his room ever since. forever now?  His bedroom was messy, with pills scattered across his study desk. Trash bags were all over his bedroom. He was scared to go outside. His journal practically lost track of what date now; he stopped writing anyway.

Joseph laid down on his bed, sighing. His appearance was disheveled, and eyebags adorned his eyes. He's a mess; his arm stings from his cuts; it was still fresh.  It hurts. He placed his hands on his face, sighing heavily.