A/N: Really sorry I didn't update. Sorry if the point of view used in this
chapter is crummy, I was never good with point of views.
***Note: In the last chapter Simon ran away and Ruthie went after him. Well Eric and Annie were getting worried and decided to go check on them. But they saw they were gone. So they called the police. The police are out looking for the two. Just wanted to tell you that so you don't get confused.***
Disclaimer: I don't own the TV series 7th Heaven. Brenda Hampton does, she created it, it was her idea, it's hers, not mine, and last time I checked my name was Alexa, not Brenda; so yeah, you get it.
Note: This is kind of like a series of stories. "Tattle Tale Heart", "Perfect, I Am Not", and "You Are My Everything" are all part of a saga I'd like to call "The Simon/Ruthie Saga". Don't ask; you don't even want to know.
Chapter 2: Thoughts And Point Of Views
*Out in the streets where Ruthie is looking for Simon.
(((Ruthie's P.O.V)))
So here I am, walking along the dark, cold streets of Glen Oak. I can feel the cold, bone chilling wind blowing towards me, chilling the to the bone. I'm trying not to cry, I don't want to cry, I don't want to be a tattletale, which I became for telling on Simon, and a crybaby all in the same day.
Why did Simon cut himself? In all of the thirteen years I've known Simon, I never saw him as a cutter. Not ever. Simon just isn't the kind of person to cut himself, he just isn't. I can't see Simon as a cutter, but he is one, that's the part I'm still trying to choke down. I still can't believe that my brother who I talked to about everything, shared a room with, got into trouble with, and basically have been close to for years, is a cutter.
And I can't believe my parents. They are so uncaring, they were going to actually just sit there and let Simon cut himself to a bloody death, I hate the way they handle things sometimes. I wish they had just talked to Simon, he needs help, a lot of help, like Lucy's old friend, Nicole, I think her name was, it's a good thing Mary saw her cutting herself in the bathroom, or she might be dead. But whatever happened to Nicole, Lucy never called, wrote, or even put in any kind of effort to keep in touch with Nicole. Sometimes I wonder what became of her.
I don't really like they way Lucy's acted ever since she broke up with Robbie, after they both dated on the rebound, then met Kevin. I don't like Kevin that much, he used to threaten me, and act like a big jerk around me, and he still does sometimes. He also doesn't show Lucy much respect. Like when he tried to force her into being friends with Roxanne, his partner at work. Lucy didn't like Roxanne; she does now though, but still if Lucy didn't want to be her friend, she didn't have to, no one was forcing her, except Kevin.
Uh oh, I'm going off track again. Sometimes when I'm trying to think something through, my mind races off into space. But I still do wonder a lot about those things. What did become of Nicole? Why did Lucy never call or write her? Why has Lucy become such a shell of what she was? Why does Kevin step all over my family? Why did he want Lucy and Roxanne to be friends so bad? But the most important question on my mind right now is; why does Simon, my brother who means everything to me, have to be a cutter? I wonder all of those things.
"Simon, Simon please answer me, please come home." I call out to my brother, the tone of my voice is begging and pleading for Simon, but I get no response, nothing but a cold gust of wind blowing at my hair and chilling my already cold bones, a feel a tear slip from my eye.
Simon, I won't lose faith in you, I swear I won't. I will find you. But when I do: will you come home with me, and get help so you can stop cutting yourself?
(((End Of Ruthie's P.O.V)))
~ * ~ * ~
* Back at the Camden home.
(((Lucy's P.O.V)))
I walk into the kitchen of the home I've lived in, or by, ever since I was a baby. I notice that my mom and dad are sitting at the kitchen table. They have worried, scared, and terrified looks on their faces. I wonder what's wrong.
"Mom, Dad are you ok?" I ask them, I hope nothing bad has happened, my family is the most important thing ever to me.
"Luce, something is wrong, terribly wrong." My father says, and then stands up and walks over next to me and put his arm around me, my mother stays seated at the table; tears begin to fall from her eyes.
"Luce." My father says in a somewhat clam voice. "It's Simon and Ruthie." He finishes off.
"What's wrong with Simon and Ruthie?" I ask them, my voice shaky, I can tell by the atmosphere in the room that whatever is wrong with Simon and Ruthie is bad, really bad.
"Well....they...they....they...oh Eric, I can't say it, I just can't!" My mother screams loudly, and breaks out into a mound of tears; my father runs back over to the table and hugs my mother.
"Shhh, Annie, don't cry, it'll be ok, everything will be better soon." My father says soothingly to her, he then sits down in the chair next to hers, and lets her cry on his shoulder.
I quickly exit the kitchen, realizing that my parents are in too much pain to talk about whatever is wrong with my brother and sister. So I am going to see what is wrong for myself, because I could tell it was bad, they way my parents were acting. I walk slowly down the hall. I see that the door to Simon's room is open. That's weird; Simon usually keeps his door closed. I peak inside quickly. But the sight of what is in that room causes me to let out a scream, a loud one, which probably echoed throughout the whole house.
(((End Of Lucy's P.O.V)))
~ * ~ * ~
*Back in the kitchen with Annie and Eric.
(((Annie's P.O.V)))
Here I am, sitting at my kitchen table, crying away in my husband's arms. I feel really bad about what happened. Simon cutting was too much for me to handle, but the look in Ruthie's eyes when Eric and I told her we weren't going to talk to Simon right away, was pure hatred. Ruthie probably hates me now, and Simon could be dead, all because Eric and I had to wait, I don't even know why Eric and I said that we would talk to Simon later, we should of just march4ed up to his room, took the knife away from him, and got him the help he needs. But I had to wait. I'm such an awful mother. I let my own two children down. I probably let Matt, Mary, and Lucy down too. And one day, I'll probably let Sam and David down. I should've just talked to Simon the minute Ruthie told us about his problem. But I didn't. I feel so ashamed of myself. I let two of my own children down, and now, one of them is raged at, and could possibly hate me, and the other could be dead. What kind of parent am I?
(((End Of Annie's P.O.V)))
*Still in the Camden kitchen.
(((Eric's P.O.V)))
I hope Ruthie doesn't hate me, and Simon is still alive. Why did I say he should wait to talk to Simon? When I knew he needed to be confronted right away. Why did I do something so stupid? I'm always the one trying to prevent my children from making stupid mistakes. But here I am, making my own stupid mistakes. I let Simon down, I let Ruthie down, I let Annie down, and I let myself down.
"Eric, do think they're ok?" My wife asked me through her tears.
I stroked her hair reassuringly. "Annie, I'm sure their fine, hopefully, the police will spot them, and hopefully, God is watching over them, keeping them out of harm's way." I reassured her.
But what if the police didn't find them? What if God wasn't keeping harm away from them? What then?
(((End Of Eric's P.O.V)))
~ * ~ * ~
*Back up to Lucy in Simon's room.
(((Lucy's P.O.V)))
I look around the room, there is a puddle of blood by the bed, it leads out the middle of the room, where a knife is also laying, a bloody knife, and that trails out the window. I walk over to the window, a freezing, bone chilling gasp of wind blows on me, chilling my face, and rattling through my hair. I'm sacred; I'm really scared. Now I know why mom and dad were acting they way they did in the kitchen. Something bad happened to Simon and Ruthie, something really bad, I can feel it.
"Simon, Ruthie, I hope you guys are ok, I love you both." I called to them out the open window, even though they probably couldn't hear me.
I look at the blood once more. The mere sight of it makes me want to gag. I quickly leave the room, not want to see the blood anymore.
(((End Of Lucy's P.O.V)))
*Back to Ruthie out in the streets looking for Simon.
(((Ruthie's P.O.V)))
I'm still looking for Simon; I haven't seen him yet. But I will find him, I won't lose faith, I can't ever lose faith in Simon. I love Simon more than anything. He means the world to me. He is the world to me. He's been there for me whenever I needed him. Now he needs me. I can't lose my faith; I have to find him.
"Simon." I call out his one more time into the darkness that surrounds me, hoping that out there, somewhere, Simon can hear me.
(((End Of Ruthie's P.O.V)))
*Out on the streets with Simon running away.
(((Simon's P.O.V)))
I had to run away, I just had to. I couldn't let my family see me like this. Ruthie did, and the look of pain in her eyes made me imagine how everyone else in my family would react. And I just couldn't face them.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone when I started cutting. I was just looking for a way to release the pain I had bottled up inside me. The pain I felt for running over that kid, Paul Smith, with my car. I couldn't take living with the pain, the guilt, or hate. Even if it was an accident, I still feel like if I had been paying closer attention to the road, he'd still be alive right now.
I wanted to die then, but know I know that I can't die, after seeing Ruthie react to what I had done to myself, I couldn't go through with facing my other family members. That's why I ran away. And I don't plan to come home anytime soon. I already caused my family enough trouble. Why cause them more?
(((End Of Simon's P.O.V)))
(((End Of Chapter 2)))
A\N: Finally, I'm done typing that! My arm was starting to hurt. Anyway, I should have another chapter soon, I guess. It depends if anyone likes this story. Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter, whether it's a good review, or a flame. I need opinions.
-Alexa
***Note: In the last chapter Simon ran away and Ruthie went after him. Well Eric and Annie were getting worried and decided to go check on them. But they saw they were gone. So they called the police. The police are out looking for the two. Just wanted to tell you that so you don't get confused.***
Disclaimer: I don't own the TV series 7th Heaven. Brenda Hampton does, she created it, it was her idea, it's hers, not mine, and last time I checked my name was Alexa, not Brenda; so yeah, you get it.
Note: This is kind of like a series of stories. "Tattle Tale Heart", "Perfect, I Am Not", and "You Are My Everything" are all part of a saga I'd like to call "The Simon/Ruthie Saga". Don't ask; you don't even want to know.
Chapter 2: Thoughts And Point Of Views
*Out in the streets where Ruthie is looking for Simon.
(((Ruthie's P.O.V)))
So here I am, walking along the dark, cold streets of Glen Oak. I can feel the cold, bone chilling wind blowing towards me, chilling the to the bone. I'm trying not to cry, I don't want to cry, I don't want to be a tattletale, which I became for telling on Simon, and a crybaby all in the same day.
Why did Simon cut himself? In all of the thirteen years I've known Simon, I never saw him as a cutter. Not ever. Simon just isn't the kind of person to cut himself, he just isn't. I can't see Simon as a cutter, but he is one, that's the part I'm still trying to choke down. I still can't believe that my brother who I talked to about everything, shared a room with, got into trouble with, and basically have been close to for years, is a cutter.
And I can't believe my parents. They are so uncaring, they were going to actually just sit there and let Simon cut himself to a bloody death, I hate the way they handle things sometimes. I wish they had just talked to Simon, he needs help, a lot of help, like Lucy's old friend, Nicole, I think her name was, it's a good thing Mary saw her cutting herself in the bathroom, or she might be dead. But whatever happened to Nicole, Lucy never called, wrote, or even put in any kind of effort to keep in touch with Nicole. Sometimes I wonder what became of her.
I don't really like they way Lucy's acted ever since she broke up with Robbie, after they both dated on the rebound, then met Kevin. I don't like Kevin that much, he used to threaten me, and act like a big jerk around me, and he still does sometimes. He also doesn't show Lucy much respect. Like when he tried to force her into being friends with Roxanne, his partner at work. Lucy didn't like Roxanne; she does now though, but still if Lucy didn't want to be her friend, she didn't have to, no one was forcing her, except Kevin.
Uh oh, I'm going off track again. Sometimes when I'm trying to think something through, my mind races off into space. But I still do wonder a lot about those things. What did become of Nicole? Why did Lucy never call or write her? Why has Lucy become such a shell of what she was? Why does Kevin step all over my family? Why did he want Lucy and Roxanne to be friends so bad? But the most important question on my mind right now is; why does Simon, my brother who means everything to me, have to be a cutter? I wonder all of those things.
"Simon, Simon please answer me, please come home." I call out to my brother, the tone of my voice is begging and pleading for Simon, but I get no response, nothing but a cold gust of wind blowing at my hair and chilling my already cold bones, a feel a tear slip from my eye.
Simon, I won't lose faith in you, I swear I won't. I will find you. But when I do: will you come home with me, and get help so you can stop cutting yourself?
(((End Of Ruthie's P.O.V)))
~ * ~ * ~
* Back at the Camden home.
(((Lucy's P.O.V)))
I walk into the kitchen of the home I've lived in, or by, ever since I was a baby. I notice that my mom and dad are sitting at the kitchen table. They have worried, scared, and terrified looks on their faces. I wonder what's wrong.
"Mom, Dad are you ok?" I ask them, I hope nothing bad has happened, my family is the most important thing ever to me.
"Luce, something is wrong, terribly wrong." My father says, and then stands up and walks over next to me and put his arm around me, my mother stays seated at the table; tears begin to fall from her eyes.
"Luce." My father says in a somewhat clam voice. "It's Simon and Ruthie." He finishes off.
"What's wrong with Simon and Ruthie?" I ask them, my voice shaky, I can tell by the atmosphere in the room that whatever is wrong with Simon and Ruthie is bad, really bad.
"Well....they...they....they...oh Eric, I can't say it, I just can't!" My mother screams loudly, and breaks out into a mound of tears; my father runs back over to the table and hugs my mother.
"Shhh, Annie, don't cry, it'll be ok, everything will be better soon." My father says soothingly to her, he then sits down in the chair next to hers, and lets her cry on his shoulder.
I quickly exit the kitchen, realizing that my parents are in too much pain to talk about whatever is wrong with my brother and sister. So I am going to see what is wrong for myself, because I could tell it was bad, they way my parents were acting. I walk slowly down the hall. I see that the door to Simon's room is open. That's weird; Simon usually keeps his door closed. I peak inside quickly. But the sight of what is in that room causes me to let out a scream, a loud one, which probably echoed throughout the whole house.
(((End Of Lucy's P.O.V)))
~ * ~ * ~
*Back in the kitchen with Annie and Eric.
(((Annie's P.O.V)))
Here I am, sitting at my kitchen table, crying away in my husband's arms. I feel really bad about what happened. Simon cutting was too much for me to handle, but the look in Ruthie's eyes when Eric and I told her we weren't going to talk to Simon right away, was pure hatred. Ruthie probably hates me now, and Simon could be dead, all because Eric and I had to wait, I don't even know why Eric and I said that we would talk to Simon later, we should of just march4ed up to his room, took the knife away from him, and got him the help he needs. But I had to wait. I'm such an awful mother. I let my own two children down. I probably let Matt, Mary, and Lucy down too. And one day, I'll probably let Sam and David down. I should've just talked to Simon the minute Ruthie told us about his problem. But I didn't. I feel so ashamed of myself. I let two of my own children down, and now, one of them is raged at, and could possibly hate me, and the other could be dead. What kind of parent am I?
(((End Of Annie's P.O.V)))
*Still in the Camden kitchen.
(((Eric's P.O.V)))
I hope Ruthie doesn't hate me, and Simon is still alive. Why did I say he should wait to talk to Simon? When I knew he needed to be confronted right away. Why did I do something so stupid? I'm always the one trying to prevent my children from making stupid mistakes. But here I am, making my own stupid mistakes. I let Simon down, I let Ruthie down, I let Annie down, and I let myself down.
"Eric, do think they're ok?" My wife asked me through her tears.
I stroked her hair reassuringly. "Annie, I'm sure their fine, hopefully, the police will spot them, and hopefully, God is watching over them, keeping them out of harm's way." I reassured her.
But what if the police didn't find them? What if God wasn't keeping harm away from them? What then?
(((End Of Eric's P.O.V)))
~ * ~ * ~
*Back up to Lucy in Simon's room.
(((Lucy's P.O.V)))
I look around the room, there is a puddle of blood by the bed, it leads out the middle of the room, where a knife is also laying, a bloody knife, and that trails out the window. I walk over to the window, a freezing, bone chilling gasp of wind blows on me, chilling my face, and rattling through my hair. I'm sacred; I'm really scared. Now I know why mom and dad were acting they way they did in the kitchen. Something bad happened to Simon and Ruthie, something really bad, I can feel it.
"Simon, Ruthie, I hope you guys are ok, I love you both." I called to them out the open window, even though they probably couldn't hear me.
I look at the blood once more. The mere sight of it makes me want to gag. I quickly leave the room, not want to see the blood anymore.
(((End Of Lucy's P.O.V)))
*Back to Ruthie out in the streets looking for Simon.
(((Ruthie's P.O.V)))
I'm still looking for Simon; I haven't seen him yet. But I will find him, I won't lose faith, I can't ever lose faith in Simon. I love Simon more than anything. He means the world to me. He is the world to me. He's been there for me whenever I needed him. Now he needs me. I can't lose my faith; I have to find him.
"Simon." I call out his one more time into the darkness that surrounds me, hoping that out there, somewhere, Simon can hear me.
(((End Of Ruthie's P.O.V)))
*Out on the streets with Simon running away.
(((Simon's P.O.V)))
I had to run away, I just had to. I couldn't let my family see me like this. Ruthie did, and the look of pain in her eyes made me imagine how everyone else in my family would react. And I just couldn't face them.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone when I started cutting. I was just looking for a way to release the pain I had bottled up inside me. The pain I felt for running over that kid, Paul Smith, with my car. I couldn't take living with the pain, the guilt, or hate. Even if it was an accident, I still feel like if I had been paying closer attention to the road, he'd still be alive right now.
I wanted to die then, but know I know that I can't die, after seeing Ruthie react to what I had done to myself, I couldn't go through with facing my other family members. That's why I ran away. And I don't plan to come home anytime soon. I already caused my family enough trouble. Why cause them more?
(((End Of Simon's P.O.V)))
(((End Of Chapter 2)))
A\N: Finally, I'm done typing that! My arm was starting to hurt. Anyway, I should have another chapter soon, I guess. It depends if anyone likes this story. Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter, whether it's a good review, or a flame. I need opinions.
-Alexa