This is rubbish as i did it during my home ec lesson in between eating my friends cooking and actually doing work - oh and avoiding the teachers eyes; although shes a bit oblivious.
Shawn stared at his father was it true was it really true? Had he really done that? It was not possible, he was happy – wasn't he? While he denied it part of him knew it to be true; it explained so many things – it explained him.
Maybe it was all the truth – a truth he was blind to for so many years. He knew his mother would give it a technical name and while he to knew what the truth was, to name it would give it credibility, make it more real.
This changed everything it wrecked the foundations of his life. How could he be normal knowing the truth? He knew there would be effects of the truth being revealed and none of them were positive.
How would everyone else react? Gus would be all quiet and awkward either trying to ignore the truth or stifling him and trying to help (it wouldn't help), Jules would show sympathy and probably never look at him the same way worst off all would be Carlton – his response would be cold, harsh and brutal ripping apart what was left of Shawn.
He couldn't handle it. He walked to the bathroom. He picked up razorblade.
"Old habits certainly die hard, don't they" he said but of course there was no one there – he was all alone.
He raised the blade to his wrist – once, twice, countless times. A frenzy of hard, quick slashes. Then he lost consciousness laying in a pool of his own blood.
I was not planning on continuing this unless anyone want me to, as i have no real idea what this is.
