Hello again, here's s'more Rogmon (I found the ship name btw) It's also known as Rogermon but Rogmon looks and sounds better so yeah! One more thing before reading Warning: Cutting Trigger

Ch 2:

After about 13 minutes of sobs from Simon, he finally seemed to calm down. Simon lay in Rogers lap, Roger was sitting cross legged and was allowing Simon to rest with his back on his legs so his head rested on his chest. Roger had his arms wrapped around Simon and laced their fingers together in some sort of weird fleshy ball. Simon was still visibly upset was shaking in Rogers grip. Roger would-every time he felt Simon tense-squeeze his hands and utter reassuring words. "Simon, listen...you hear that?...That's the ocean...and the birds...and listen close...you hear my heart? As long as you hear that you know you're safe, cuz' I'll protect you till' the day I die.". Simon smiled at those words, but it was weak and he quickly went back to looking fearful. Simon quickly sat up pulling himself from Roger's grip. Simon stood and Roger soon followed. Simon looked Roger dead in the eyes and muttered words that made every muscle in Roger's body tense. "Roger, you don't have to look after me if you don't want to. I'm just a burden...D-do you ever wonder what it feels like to die...I wonder if it feels like the spears did."

"Of course not. Don't think that, it was an accident, that night."

"I know you thought I was going to die."

"Of course...but you didn't. That's gotta mean something right?"

"It means I got lucky..."

"No. It means it wasn't your time... If it was you wouldn't be here..."

"Roger, I'm scared...all the time now..."

"Simon. Simon listen, that will never happen again."

"What if they meant to kill me?"

"Simon, no..."

"I'm weak...I'm useless..."

Simon was lost in his own thoughts and he slumped down. Roger quickly sat in front of him. Roger wrapped his arms around Simon. "Baby bird...listen. They didn't mean it. And you may not be very big, but you aren't weak... And you definitely aren't useless." Roger's words rang like a lullaby in Simon's ears. Roger didn't talk much and usually what he said were crazy sadistic schemes. However around Simon, he was gentle. Simon wrapped his arms around Roger and nuzzled his head in the crook of Roger's neck. They sat like this for several minutes before Roger heard Jack calling for him. Simon still a bit shaken, looked scared when Roger stood to leave. "I gotta go baby bird..." Roger said begrudgingly. Simon nodded and looked at a group of butterflies. Roger turned before stopping and whispering "I'll be quick, wait here. I love you." Then he was gone.

Roger emerged from some foliage to see Jack. "Oh there you are Roger, I was looking all over. I just wanted to tell you about a good hunting spot, a big pig run, loads of pigs pass through there every day." Jack spoke quickly in a tone saying, we're going hunting weather you like it or not. Roger nodded and followed Jack.

They hunted for a while and caught two average sized pigs for a feast. While Jack was blathering on about how many other pigs pass through and how 'this was nothing' Roger slipped away. Hurrying to see Simon again he quickly made his way back to Simon's special place. Simon was nowhere to be seen. Roger panicked remembering all the mention of suicide from Simon since the accident. Roger ran to all the important landmarks he knew. He ran all over the island, screaming Simon's name to the point he hurt his voice. Becoming more and more panicked as the feeling Simon killed himself became more and more present in his mind. He had eventually searched practically the whole island but Simon was still nowhere to be seen.

Roger's last search point was on the beach, pretty far away from the shelters. Roger fell to his knees in the sand. He was about to start crying, he was already hyperventilating when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Jack, he looked Roger over and sat next to him. "One of those moods huh?" Roger nodded. Jack was like a brother to him and was the only one besides Simon he would allow to see him like this. But now Simon was dead so Jack was the only one. Jack pulled out his hunting knife and set it beside Roger, "Well, you know what to do, I'll leave you to it." Jack stood and walked away. Jack was pretty oblivious when it came to things like this. Roger picked up the knife and moved towards Simon's special place, admittedly it was really well hidden but once you knew where it was, the landmarks were easy to follow.

Roger sat in the soft grass and moss, finally allowing tears to fall. Roger picked up the hunting knife and slid it horizontally across his wrist. He watched the red liquid spill out and felt comfort. He continued cutting (horizontally of course, the vertical ones were deadly) until there were 8 open wounds near his other scars. Jack was always there whenever Roger needed to go on a blood high. Roger sighed in relief, he had done this enough to know how

much he needed. Roger sat looking at his bleeding wrist, watching blood drip to the ground, he cut deep this time. He licked his arm tasting the metallic tang of blood. He sucked on the wounds for a while thinking of Simon. He thought back to kissing his wounds, how he had tasted the remnants of Simon's blood. He allowed fresh tears to fall. How has he done it, found a spear and impaled himself? No, he probably jumped off a cliff. The mental image of Simon's frail body hitting the rocks drew a round of fresh sobs from Roger. He looked at the rock wall with vines traced with purple flowers climbing the hard mass. The blood in the cuts began to clot Roger put his head down, his blood high was beginning to fade and the dull throbbing pain was setting in. He was about to stand to return Jacks knife when he heard a worried "Roger?". The voice was soft and high pitched, not to the point of annoying however. The voice undoubtedly belonged to Simon. "Simon?" Roger said both relieved and panicked, he quickly hid his forearm. "Oh god, I thought you were dead."

"No. What is that?"

"Nothing"

"Let me see..."

Roger tried to resist but he gave in to Simon's gentle tugging, careful not to hurt him, Simon inspected Rogers blood stained forearm. "Oh god Roger why..?"

"I thought you killed yourself"

"No Roger! I made you a promise! Would this have fixed anything?"

Simon was now noticing Rogers other scars. "Jesus Roger, how long have you been doing this?". Roger his his face behind his hair. "I dunno about 2 years?". Simon was visibly upset now. He threw his arms around Roger. "I saw you running around and I tried to get your attention but you were running too fast, I was in a tree getting some fruit for the littluns while I waited for you to come back."

Simon felt Roger shaking, he was crying. Simon hated seeing him cry. "Shhh I'm okay see?" Simon whispered. Simons voice was reassuring to Roger, quiet and angelic, at least to Roger. They sat for a while in silence watching the butterfly's dance around, they sat beside each other with their fingers laced together. "Roger, I won't leave you. I promise, just don't do this anymore." Simon mumbled so the peace of the grove wasn't disturbed. Roger simply nodded. "I better get this back to Jack. "Simon looked disappointed but agreed it was time to head back. "Yeah it's getting dark." he begrudgingly agreed. Roger kneeled, Simon hesitated "But your arm..."

"I don't care."

"Okay"

Simon hopped on his back and they started towards the beach. Roger held Jacks knife in his hand, careful not to cut Simon. He was going to try like hell to make sure he never picked it up again.

There ya go! Poor Roger, the poor baby was cared 2 death! Ah well he got his baby bird back right? It's all G!