Where Do I Turn?
Disclaimer: 7th Heaven and the characters are all property of The WB and Paramount Home Entertainment. I in no way claim to own any right to the stories or story linesdealing with or in the show. I just like writing fanficiton and 7th Heaven is one of my fave shows.
Note: This fanfiction will be jumping from scene to scene, so instead of being really complicated I'm breaking each scene up into chapters.
Numbing The Pain
"Where's my life going" thought Simon as he unpacked his clothes. "I've never felt this way before. I just... I just want to end it all. I can't talk to my family about this. They think I'm doing so much better since the counselling. No, Dad would never stand for this."
"Hey Sport!" said Mary. Simon turned to see Mary standing in the doorway of his old room. His old room where he had spent his old, happy life. Where did everything change?
"Hey Mary, long time no see." said Simon, forcing a smile. Mary went over to hug Simon. Simon for the first time realized that there was actually someone who understood him and cared for him. He didn't understand why he got this feeling from Mary, he just did.
"You should come downstairs you know. The family is wondering why you ran out on us so fast down there earlier." said Mary as she slipped her hands into her jeans pockets.
"Oh, so they sent you up to come get me. You know, I wouldn't want to say no to the sister who have had just as bad of a life as I did" said Simon with a disgusted look on his face.
"Simon, you know nothing about my life." That really struck a cord with Mary. "And actually, Matt was on his way up to get you, but I voulnteered instead. I've missed you you know?" Simon wondered why Mary was having this conversation with him, but he figured his father had something to do with it.
"Listen, I just need to use the washroom. I'll be down in a bit, you go on back down with them. I'm sure they're asking a million questions by now." said Simon.
"Alright, but you make sure you're down fast. I'll be up to get you in 10 minutes if you're not down." said Mary with a smile. Simon smiled back.
When Mary left the room, Simon headed to the bathroom. Once there he looked in the mirror.
"I hate you you know." Simon said to his reflection. "I hate who you are, I hate who you're becoming. I hate what you've done. I hate your life in general."
Simon picked up one of his razors he brought with him and cut his wrist. Then he looked back at his reflection.
"See what I can do?" a tear fell from Simon's eye. "I can take away your life just like that! Do you like the pain? Makes the other problems seem so small don't it?" Simon looked down at his wrist, it wasn't bleeding much. The cut wasn't that deep. Simon had scars all over his wrist. He started cutting his wrist, not to kill himself, but because he knew that the pain from a razor cut made the other problems in his life fade a bit for only a minute.
Simon cleaned the blood of his wrist and razor, wiped the tears from his eyes and headed downstairs to pretend like nothing was wrong.