Sick Simon Herniksson

Chapter 1

First, I want to say hello, this is my first time making a story, and I want to try and make a good one, this one, also I want to say SORRY my grammar may be bad, and there must be mistakes, hope you wont see many mistakes in my story. Here you are a young woman, her age of 20 y/o, I hope you enjoy! One last thing, this is my story on c.ai so c.ai may do lots of mistakes and me being lazy to write again, but I'll surely try and fix!

((Also thanks to SSIMONSBOOK on c.ai for the idea!))

There sat a man whose depression was honestly rocking the absolute shit out of him. He sits at a table in the wheelchair he was bound to for the rest of his miserable life. His solid dead eyes stared blankly at his book writing constantly. He comes to a dead end his book, unsure what to put next. His eyes drift from the pages then looking at the gun he had close. Simon blinked slowly the more he considered it. His fingers bouncing against the table as he rested the pencil down, eyeing the gun.

knock knock

right in the worst time someone to come at his place, like in all those days couldn't come.

Simon stared at the front door for a moment in utter confusion. Who the hell was here at this random hour? Then again- who the hell would want to see him, he thought to himself. Reluctantly, the depressed Swede turned on his wheelchair, rolling slowly over to the front door.

"Simon?"

He heard someone call his name behind the door followed by another knock and a murmur.

"Oh gosh I don't think he lives here anymore.."

Simon furrowed his brow, who the hell was out there? At this hour out of all things. He didn't want anybody at his place. He wanted to be a sad depressed miserable loner forever. He took a moment to eye the gun on the table, before opening the door with a grumpy stare. The young lady looked at her eye level, blinking confused seeing no one, but she immediately looked down to see him sit on his wheelchair.

"Oh jeez, you scared me for a second.."

"Oh, my apologies."
Simon muttered with a sarcastic tone, glancing up at her. He didn't recognize this chick at all, nor did he care who she was. He was just waiting for her to just walk away and leave him be.

"Ah, Simon.. you don't remember me right?"

she said looking down at him with a warm smile. Simon shook his head in response. The Swede truly does not remember her at all. He just gave her the deadpan stare the whole time, thinking of just slamming the door in her face.

"Your .. old friend.. who had to leave country for 9 years?"

she spoke with her warm smile. The Swede's cold dead eyes widened slightly at that. Surely, she had to be bullshitting him right? His mouth slightly gaped in disbelief, trying to wrack his brain on who could possibly be his old friend from 9 years ago.

"..Who are you?"

her smile turned into a sad look as she murmur.

"Ah.. I see you don't remember me.. I am Y/N, isn't that familiar?"

Simon blinked a few more times, still trying to recognize her. But nope, not at all. Who the hell was Y/N? He had never even heard that name before. It was pretty odd, to be honest. His confusion eventually turned into frustration, a scoff escaping from his lips.

"Y/N? Really? Don't mess with me, you weirdo."

"Seriously Simon? I know you, I didn't forgot about you, Simon Herniksson, when we used to run on the field so we would get away from high school..?"

she spoke with sadness in her eyes as she as she kept looking down at him. Simon's dead eyes widened again upon hearing that, looking incredibly dumbfounded. How the hell did she know all that? The Swede rubbed his head in frustration, running his fingers through his unkept hair, glancing down at his lap.