Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are
borrowed from the TV show "7th Heaven". I own none of these characters
except for Halo and Madison. No money is being made from this story. Any
resemblance of a character in this story to any real person living or dead
is purely coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance between an organisation
depicted in this story and any such actual organisation is purely
coincidental.
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I think this chapter will be longer!
Chapter 21
It had been three days since Simon had learnt of Halo's death. He had spent the whole three days in his room, coming down only at dinnertime. The family didn't understand what he was going through. Matt felt sorry for him, but he still didn't understand. None of them knew what he felt. Losing his first love.
He had started taking excessive amounts of the pill he was meant to be taking since his accident. Vicodin, he thought it was called. He didn't feel as much pain, physical or emotional, when he had it. His parents didn't know this. They were too busy focusing on things on at the church.
He picked up the phone and started to dial Morris's number. Then hung up. He couldn't call Morris. He was dating Madison. He was strait. He was taken. He was his EX-best friend. What would he say anyway? "Uhh.hey it's Simon. Yeah, I'm back home now and my gay partner is dead but I've always had a crush on you so you uhh wanna hook up?" As if. There was no one he could call.
He wasn't looking forward to his counselling session that afternoon. He had tried to get out of it but his parents were making him go. They thought he needed it right now. They were probably right. Still, he wasn't up to talking to anyone today. Not even Dr. Welsh.
All he wanted was Halo. But he knew he couldn't have him.
5 hours later at Counselling
"Hello Simon." Dr. Welsh said looking up from his files. "How are you feeling today?"
"Fine." Simon lied.
"You don't sound it. What happened?" Dr Welsh asked as he swung around in his old leather chair. The office was nicely decorated in a French provincial style. Simon layed there on an old white love seat and stared at the cream ceiling. The room was much lighter then his first session.
"Halo, my boyfriend/dealer, OD'd a few days ago. He wasn't exactly my boyfriend, he saw other people but.I think I loved him." Simon said, his eyes filling up with tears.
"I understand. It's hard to lose people you love. Especially when you only knew them for a little while. How does your family feel about this?"
"They don't understand. Matt pity's me. I just wish they would accept me and accept my grieving. They don't realise that I loved him. They like the fact that he's dead." Simon said, he was fully crying now.
"That's it Simon, let it all out. Cry all you want." Dr. Welsh said passing him a tissue.
Simon and Dr. Welsh talked about Halo for the next hour. When Simon left he was feeling a lot better. He was glad that he had gone. At least Dr. Welsh understood, unlike his family.
The next morning, he took double the amount of vicodin pills he was supposed to. He slept most of the day away. He awoke feeling cloudy and dizzy. He figured he had taken too many, he made a mental note to take less tomorrow. He got to his feet. He opened the door and saw Matt down the hallway.
"Are you OK Simon?" He asked, giving Simon a puzzling look.
Though at first, his image of Matt was clear, his vision rapidly began to blur. One moment Simon was looking at his brother Matt and the next moment he was looking at the ceiling. A sharp pain stabbed at his stomach. Seeing the now fuzzy Matt Camden run down the hall, Simon wondered what the emergency was. He tried to stand, but his legs wouldn't support him. They only crumbled under his weight. The room was now a white-and-grey haze.
He felt his heart begin to race, as though it was beating out of his chest. Gasping for air, Simon flailed his arms about uselessly. Then he went into shock. Everything turned black.
DOES SIMON DIE?
Thankyou for all your reviews and tips.
I think this chapter will be longer!
Chapter 21
It had been three days since Simon had learnt of Halo's death. He had spent the whole three days in his room, coming down only at dinnertime. The family didn't understand what he was going through. Matt felt sorry for him, but he still didn't understand. None of them knew what he felt. Losing his first love.
He had started taking excessive amounts of the pill he was meant to be taking since his accident. Vicodin, he thought it was called. He didn't feel as much pain, physical or emotional, when he had it. His parents didn't know this. They were too busy focusing on things on at the church.
He picked up the phone and started to dial Morris's number. Then hung up. He couldn't call Morris. He was dating Madison. He was strait. He was taken. He was his EX-best friend. What would he say anyway? "Uhh.hey it's Simon. Yeah, I'm back home now and my gay partner is dead but I've always had a crush on you so you uhh wanna hook up?" As if. There was no one he could call.
He wasn't looking forward to his counselling session that afternoon. He had tried to get out of it but his parents were making him go. They thought he needed it right now. They were probably right. Still, he wasn't up to talking to anyone today. Not even Dr. Welsh.
All he wanted was Halo. But he knew he couldn't have him.
5 hours later at Counselling
"Hello Simon." Dr. Welsh said looking up from his files. "How are you feeling today?"
"Fine." Simon lied.
"You don't sound it. What happened?" Dr Welsh asked as he swung around in his old leather chair. The office was nicely decorated in a French provincial style. Simon layed there on an old white love seat and stared at the cream ceiling. The room was much lighter then his first session.
"Halo, my boyfriend/dealer, OD'd a few days ago. He wasn't exactly my boyfriend, he saw other people but.I think I loved him." Simon said, his eyes filling up with tears.
"I understand. It's hard to lose people you love. Especially when you only knew them for a little while. How does your family feel about this?"
"They don't understand. Matt pity's me. I just wish they would accept me and accept my grieving. They don't realise that I loved him. They like the fact that he's dead." Simon said, he was fully crying now.
"That's it Simon, let it all out. Cry all you want." Dr. Welsh said passing him a tissue.
Simon and Dr. Welsh talked about Halo for the next hour. When Simon left he was feeling a lot better. He was glad that he had gone. At least Dr. Welsh understood, unlike his family.
The next morning, he took double the amount of vicodin pills he was supposed to. He slept most of the day away. He awoke feeling cloudy and dizzy. He figured he had taken too many, he made a mental note to take less tomorrow. He got to his feet. He opened the door and saw Matt down the hallway.
"Are you OK Simon?" He asked, giving Simon a puzzling look.
Though at first, his image of Matt was clear, his vision rapidly began to blur. One moment Simon was looking at his brother Matt and the next moment he was looking at the ceiling. A sharp pain stabbed at his stomach. Seeing the now fuzzy Matt Camden run down the hall, Simon wondered what the emergency was. He tried to stand, but his legs wouldn't support him. They only crumbled under his weight. The room was now a white-and-grey haze.
He felt his heart begin to race, as though it was beating out of his chest. Gasping for air, Simon flailed his arms about uselessly. Then he went into shock. Everything turned black.
DOES SIMON DIE?