Chapter 12 I Think There's Something Wrong
A/N: A reviewer pointed out that the twins were born on Valentine's Day. I already knew this, but given the date I think Lucy and Kevin had their honeymoon, Valentine's Day is about right for Samantha's birth. Besides, I chose that date for a reason.
Another note: Warning this chapter deals with a seriously depressed character again.
(Annie's POV)
Lately, I have been seeing less and less of Simon. I know he's upset about breaking up with Cecilia and I want to talk to him, but he always yells at me to go away. I'm afraid that maybe something more is wrong with him. I pray every night that he will start feeling better. I hope he will begin to have family dinners again. I plan to start cooking meals again, to try and get things back to normal around the house.
I was in the kitchen wondering where on earth Eric had put my big butcher knife when Ruthie came running down the stairs.
"Hey Mom. Can we talk?" she asked.
"Sure sweetie. What is it?"
"I think there's something wrong with Simon. He's been locked in his room for days. He only leaves if he has to get food or go to the bathroom. The other day when I knocked on his door, he freaked out. Like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't be doing, you know? And upstairs, I saw him in the hall and he ran to his room and slammed the door," she explained.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. Maybe it's nothing, but I'm concerned that he might be depressed or something. I had to let someone know," she told me.
"You did the right thing Ruthie. He just might be depressed. If he is, he needs help. Let's go upstairs and see if he'll let us in to talk to him," I suggested.
"Okay," she nodded.
(Simon's POV)
I quit leaving my room unless I really needed to. What was the point of going downstairs? So my family could probe my problems. Make me talk about something I wanted to keep to myself. It was none of their business. Cecilia left me and I left my family. I didn't need them anymore.
Once again, I pulled the big butcher knife out of my mattress. I unwrapped the towel, to find blood dried onto the blade. I wrapped in the towel again and snuck to the bathroom. I locked the door and pulled out the knife to clean it. I don't know why the knife had to be clean, I just felt compelled to rinse the blood off it. I rolled up my sleeve and pulled off the band-aid to look at my arm. There was a nice, long scab where I had cut myself before. I poked the wound and revelled in the pain. It felt so good. My mind was craved for feeling and pain was all I could give it.
I headed back to my room and saw Ruthie in the hall.
"Hey Simon. Whatcha doin'?" she asked.
"NOTHING!" I yelled, my eyes growing wide. I was afraid she had seen the knife, but prayed that she didn't.
I went into my room and slammed the door. My head was swimming and I suddenly came to the realization of how easy it would be to kill myself. All I had to do was cut the right vein and I'd stop living. I decided death was the answer. I was just a burden to my family, they constantly looked at me with their sad eyes and I knew they didn't want me. It was as if their eyes were pleading with me: just stop living, you're a pain to us all. Death was suddenly not so scary. I had always been afraid to die, but now it seemed like an out. I didn't have a life worth living, so why live at all?
I stared at the glittering blade of the knife, trying to decide where I should slice myself. Then, without really thinking, I cut deeply into my wrist. I stared as the dark, red blood began pouring out. I was hypnotized and only the splattering of blood on the floor brought me back to reality. I switched the knife into my other hand and sliced the other wrist, hitting the bone with the bed. I fell back onto the edge of the bed as I felt light-headed. This was taking too long and I brought the blade up to my throat and sliced into the skin. Only this time I shrieked. The first two times, it had felt good, but this time it brought more pain than I expected. Slowly, my room faded to gray, then black. I barely felt the thump as my limp body hit the floor.
(Chandler's POV)
I was at the church waiting for Roxanne to swing by when I got the call. Simon Camden had attemted suicide. I rushed to the hospital for the second time in recent memory. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it the first time. Simon was such a good kid, I never saw him as suicidal. I just couldn't picture him being so upset that he wanted to kill himself. I hung up the phone and left a note for Roxanne. I ran out to my car, where I bumped into Roxanne.
Seeing my concern she asked," Chandler? What's wrong?"
"Simon Camden. He's in the hospital. He tried to commit suicide," I explainded breathlessly.
"Oh my-" she spat out.
"C'mon. Let's get going to the hospital," I prodded.
"Let's take the squad car. Kevin should still be here. We can go faster that way," she said.
We ran to see Kevin just pulling out.
"Wait!" Roxanne screamed.
He stopped long enough for both of us to jump into the car. We explained what was going on and he quickly drove to the hospital. We were met by a panic-stricken Annie Camden.
"Simon's in critical condition and there's something wrong with Ruthie! I don't want to lose another baby," she cried.
"Whoa, whoa. Annie, calm down," Kevin soothed.
"What's wrong with Ruthie?" I asked.
"She's in shock. She's the one who found Simon. Oh God, please let my babies be okay," Annie pleaded.
"Where's everyone else?" Roxanne asked.
"Eric is on the way with Ruthie, David and Lucy. I was just coming down to meet them. I didn't expect to see you here," Annie told us, calming down slightly, just to see some familiar faces.
A young, female doctor approached our little group. I sensed she had bad news and braced myself for what she had to say.
"Mrs. Camden? Remember me? I'm Dr. Evans. I saw your family 4 months ago. I have some news for you," Dr. Evans started," but you are not going to like it. The injuries to your son's wrists and his jugular vein are severe. We may not be able to repair them at this point. He may have lost too much blood."
Coming Soon: Does Simon live or die?
A/N: A reviewer pointed out that the twins were born on Valentine's Day. I already knew this, but given the date I think Lucy and Kevin had their honeymoon, Valentine's Day is about right for Samantha's birth. Besides, I chose that date for a reason.
Another note: Warning this chapter deals with a seriously depressed character again.
(Annie's POV)
Lately, I have been seeing less and less of Simon. I know he's upset about breaking up with Cecilia and I want to talk to him, but he always yells at me to go away. I'm afraid that maybe something more is wrong with him. I pray every night that he will start feeling better. I hope he will begin to have family dinners again. I plan to start cooking meals again, to try and get things back to normal around the house.
I was in the kitchen wondering where on earth Eric had put my big butcher knife when Ruthie came running down the stairs.
"Hey Mom. Can we talk?" she asked.
"Sure sweetie. What is it?"
"I think there's something wrong with Simon. He's been locked in his room for days. He only leaves if he has to get food or go to the bathroom. The other day when I knocked on his door, he freaked out. Like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't be doing, you know? And upstairs, I saw him in the hall and he ran to his room and slammed the door," she explained.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. Maybe it's nothing, but I'm concerned that he might be depressed or something. I had to let someone know," she told me.
"You did the right thing Ruthie. He just might be depressed. If he is, he needs help. Let's go upstairs and see if he'll let us in to talk to him," I suggested.
"Okay," she nodded.
(Simon's POV)
I quit leaving my room unless I really needed to. What was the point of going downstairs? So my family could probe my problems. Make me talk about something I wanted to keep to myself. It was none of their business. Cecilia left me and I left my family. I didn't need them anymore.
Once again, I pulled the big butcher knife out of my mattress. I unwrapped the towel, to find blood dried onto the blade. I wrapped in the towel again and snuck to the bathroom. I locked the door and pulled out the knife to clean it. I don't know why the knife had to be clean, I just felt compelled to rinse the blood off it. I rolled up my sleeve and pulled off the band-aid to look at my arm. There was a nice, long scab where I had cut myself before. I poked the wound and revelled in the pain. It felt so good. My mind was craved for feeling and pain was all I could give it.
I headed back to my room and saw Ruthie in the hall.
"Hey Simon. Whatcha doin'?" she asked.
"NOTHING!" I yelled, my eyes growing wide. I was afraid she had seen the knife, but prayed that she didn't.
I went into my room and slammed the door. My head was swimming and I suddenly came to the realization of how easy it would be to kill myself. All I had to do was cut the right vein and I'd stop living. I decided death was the answer. I was just a burden to my family, they constantly looked at me with their sad eyes and I knew they didn't want me. It was as if their eyes were pleading with me: just stop living, you're a pain to us all. Death was suddenly not so scary. I had always been afraid to die, but now it seemed like an out. I didn't have a life worth living, so why live at all?
I stared at the glittering blade of the knife, trying to decide where I should slice myself. Then, without really thinking, I cut deeply into my wrist. I stared as the dark, red blood began pouring out. I was hypnotized and only the splattering of blood on the floor brought me back to reality. I switched the knife into my other hand and sliced the other wrist, hitting the bone with the bed. I fell back onto the edge of the bed as I felt light-headed. This was taking too long and I brought the blade up to my throat and sliced into the skin. Only this time I shrieked. The first two times, it had felt good, but this time it brought more pain than I expected. Slowly, my room faded to gray, then black. I barely felt the thump as my limp body hit the floor.
(Chandler's POV)
I was at the church waiting for Roxanne to swing by when I got the call. Simon Camden had attemted suicide. I rushed to the hospital for the second time in recent memory. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it the first time. Simon was such a good kid, I never saw him as suicidal. I just couldn't picture him being so upset that he wanted to kill himself. I hung up the phone and left a note for Roxanne. I ran out to my car, where I bumped into Roxanne.
Seeing my concern she asked," Chandler? What's wrong?"
"Simon Camden. He's in the hospital. He tried to commit suicide," I explainded breathlessly.
"Oh my-" she spat out.
"C'mon. Let's get going to the hospital," I prodded.
"Let's take the squad car. Kevin should still be here. We can go faster that way," she said.
We ran to see Kevin just pulling out.
"Wait!" Roxanne screamed.
He stopped long enough for both of us to jump into the car. We explained what was going on and he quickly drove to the hospital. We were met by a panic-stricken Annie Camden.
"Simon's in critical condition and there's something wrong with Ruthie! I don't want to lose another baby," she cried.
"Whoa, whoa. Annie, calm down," Kevin soothed.
"What's wrong with Ruthie?" I asked.
"She's in shock. She's the one who found Simon. Oh God, please let my babies be okay," Annie pleaded.
"Where's everyone else?" Roxanne asked.
"Eric is on the way with Ruthie, David and Lucy. I was just coming down to meet them. I didn't expect to see you here," Annie told us, calming down slightly, just to see some familiar faces.
A young, female doctor approached our little group. I sensed she had bad news and braced myself for what she had to say.
"Mrs. Camden? Remember me? I'm Dr. Evans. I saw your family 4 months ago. I have some news for you," Dr. Evans started," but you are not going to like it. The injuries to your son's wrists and his jugular vein are severe. We may not be able to repair them at this point. He may have lost too much blood."
Coming Soon: Does Simon live or die?