SEVENTEEN IMAGINES

Joshua

I remember back to that times when I'm still happy and contented. A little child who doesn't have any serious problems at all. A one big happy family.

But one night changed it all.

A night changed me.

A night that changed us.

The unforgettable night for us.

I thought everything's fine and me and my family will ended up with a happy ending.

But I didn't expect what happened that night.

A shocking night.

A night that made me realized something.

A night that will stuck forever in my mind.

I won't forgive it..

I can't forgive it..

I won't forget it.

Because that night...

My parents are silently sleeping on their bed while I planned something that will change everything.

Y/n was there.. she's sleeping peacefully.. my sibling are sleeping peacefully..

And I stabbed her with the knife I'm holding. Repeatedly. Like a broke CD that keeps repeating. Stab. Stab. Stab. Until I knew she was dead.

Blood was everywhere. On the bed, on my knife, my clothes, on Y/n, on my face. Everything. But I enjoyed it. I'M HAPPY!

I next went to my parents room. I silently opened their door and walked in while holding my knife tightly.

As when I reached them, I lice my father's throat and stab my mom repeatedly like what I did to my sibling.

I'm so happy.

I'm enjoying it.

But something is not right.

Why I'm doing this?

I killed them..

Why I killed them?!

I don't know...

But I know something. There's a voice inside my head that says, "You must kill them or they will kill you."