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.

Confessions

"Why'd you run out like that?" Simon asked Mary as he followed her into what used to be her's and Lucy's room.

"It's really none of your business Simon" said Mary with a depressed look on her face.

"I know it's none of my business, but you are my older sister. You look sad." said Simon.

"Listen, with your perfect life you wouldn't understand. Mr. I'm-doing-so-good-in-university. No one would understand my life and what I've went through. Why do they need to keep bringing up Carlos? I'm trhough with him. Why do everyone want to model my life to what they want? WHY am I the only Camden that has such a screwed up life?" Mary sobbed.

"What are you talking about?" asked Simon.

"Listen, it's nothing." said Mary.

"Listen, I understand that you have a problem, but you can tell me anything you know. I'm not gonna run and tell dad all your problems. I'm here to listen." said Simon trying to comfort his sister.

"LISTEN, the thing is, I left Carlos because he beat me! When he'd get angry he'd take his anger out on me. I ran away, I had no other choice. I love the man and I didn't want to have to have dad get involved because you know how dad is. I didn't want him put in jail or anything. I just wanted to make enough money so I could bring him to court. Gain rights to have my baby. Start a family with my child. Be able to support my child and still be a great single parent. You wouldn't understand though. No one understands me" Mary started to cry, her voice started to raise. "Now go away, I don't wanna see you anymore, I wanna be left alone, you know too much. You're just like the rest of them anyway." Mary hid her face in her hands.

"I'm just like the rest of them?" Simon started to get angry at Mary. "So, the perfect son is only out to get you? I'm sorry but I'm not the perfect son." Simon started making motions with his hands. Mary could tell that this dramatic sarcastic state he started was not going to end pretty. Simon pointed to himself, "So, if I were Mr. perfect, would I be failing every course?"

"You're failing?" Mary gasped. "Downstairs you said..."

"I said I was doing exactly what I expected of me, not good at all!" Simon butted in. "Do you think I like being me? I hate my life, I hate this world. Nothing pleases me anymore. I'm always high, or drunk. Heck, I have an STD and no one else knows about it! And you call my life perfect, you say I won't understand any problems?" Tears formed in Simon's eyes.

"Simon..." Mary jumped up off the bed she was sitting on and ran to hug him.

"Just leave me alone!" Simon pushed Mary away. "Let me suffer my life alone! I don't wanna drag you into this." Simon started to walk away.

"Wait..." Mary grabbed Simons hand to try and stop him. Simon only pulled his hand away. But, before he got the chance, Mary noticed the cuts on Simon's wrist. "Your wrist..."

"Listen..." Simon said, pointing his finger straight into Mary's face, "ONE word of this to dad, and I tell everything you just told me! So, what's it gonna be?"

"But Simon, I can't make a decision like that, you could hurt yoursel..."

"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE?" Simon yelled at Mary.

"Alright..." Mary whispered, "alright, I won't tell dad." Mary turned and went back and sat on her bed. Simon turned and went back downstairs to the kitchen.