I'm not used to writing for Psych, I'm only on season 1 so please be kind!
Prologue
It had been a week since Gus's death. Things had gotten worse.
Shawn had moved into Henry's house. Henry would wake to Shawn screaming from a nightmare. Screaming from reliving Gus's death.
That's what made it worse. Shawn was there when Gus was dying.
He held Gus's body in his arms. They had been riding in Gus's car when the accident had occuried. Shawn thought Gus would have a chance if he was dragged out of the crunched vehicle. But it didn't make a bit of difference. He had to be brave, though, because Gus was terrified. He couldn't show his fear until it was too late. Until Gus's last gasping breaths could be heard.
"Gus? Gus!"
How often would Henry hear Shawn shouting Gus's name in the middle of the night? How often would he race in the room,making shushing noises.
His son's demeanor completly changed after Gus's death. It was like a part of him had died too. He never smiled or joked anymore. Even Lassitor was worried about him. Juillet would come over every day. But most of the time Shawn was too out of it to know who was visiting. He would just lay there, almost catatonic.
"Come back to us, Shawn," Juliet would whisper while sitting at the edge of the bed. "There's still people who care about you. Come back to us."
Henry actually had to feed his son, Shawn was that lifeless. He barely made eye contact with his father. It killed Henry to see Shawn in this state. And he spent so much time worrying about his son that he didn't spend as much time as he should greiving over Gus's death, for Gus was also like a son to him. He sighed as he woke once again to Shawn yelling. Would things ever get back to the way they were?
It was his fault. It was all his fault. He was the one that suggested taking Gus's car instead of taking a taxi. It was him who made Gus drive.
It was him who wanted to go to that resturaunt in the first place. Gus died because they were going to get food.
Such a petty thought now. Ironically enough since then Shawn was never hungry.
He just laid there, miserable and buried in his guilt. He didn't want to shower, or eat, or dress.
He didn't want to live. Not if Gus couldn't.
It just wasn't fair!
It just wasn't fair.
Gus was gone, and never coming back. And it was all his fault.