The Melon-Head Boy -a Simdil fanfiction-

Chapter seven: Memories

-Martin's POV-

~Two weeks later~

"So, have you visited him?" I ask, sitting in front of the blonde boy with a red scarf.

"No." he says, looking down at his hands, twisting his thumbs. "I've tried... It's Family Only."

Baki's jaw was kicked out of place by Ghost. I was at least not broken. His nose was, though.

I got a concussion. When I was at the hospital, it felt like hours of just throwing up. It didn't help that I wasn't allowed to eat anything. When I got home, it was all Aspirin, Aspirin, Aspirin. A LOT of painkillers.

"So we can't meet him until he gets out of the hospital?"

"I guess. He's awake, though. His parents told me."

"Okay. Do they know when he gets signed out?" I look down.

"Nope." he says.

"I miss him."

"Me too."

We both look up at each other.

"... I'm sorry. About Ghost. I'm never going to talk to him again. Uh, it's like... He've been jealous before but... But... I would never think that he'd do anything like that."

"It's okay. You didn't know. I guess no one did."

~One week later~

As I walk down the hall an ordinary day, feeling mentally better, I see him. Not Simon, but Ghost. I stop in the middle of the hall and turn around, walking to the men's toilet.

After a while of calming down, I gain confidence. He'll never get this again. I am awesome.
I take a look in the mirror and smirk as I remember what I'm wearing: A plain, black T-shirt, jeans and a colourful tie. I fix my hair, and walk out with confidence.

I walk down the hall and by him, not even giving him a look. Knowing I look awesome, I smile-smirk and feel his eyes burning on me. I . Am. Amazing. Ghost is trash.

(A/N: JUST IMAGINE SASSY MARTIN OMG)

I see Baki by his locker and stop by him. He looks at me, excited.

"That. was. AWESOME!" He says.

"I know." I say sassy, making him laugh.

"Oh! And guess what!"

"What?" I say, curious.

"WE CAN VISIT SIMON AT THE HOSPITAL NOW!" He says, jumping exited, him blond hair and for some reason blue scarf following his moves. My heartbeat races and I smile widely.

~Time skips are awesome bc school sucks :3~

As the school bell rings and my last class (geology) ends , I'm out of the classroom before the signal ends. At the parking lot, I meet up with Baki and he rides with me to the hospital.

Walking in, the smell of hospital hits me. It smells like someone tried to clean but didn't succeed and just abandoned the plan and left the little smell of sickness to be. I take a deep breath and let memories flow.

Last time I was here, it was because of a suicide attempt. The bullies in high school had gotten their way, leaving blue marks on my body, hurtful words from them on my mind and dried tears on my face.

The depression got worse as I came home to a drunk dad. This was one of the few times he was drunk and I had learnt that his words and acts meant nothing, it was just the alcohol.

"Dad?" I said, walking in to the kitchen and seeing him by the table, a beer bottle in his hand and many empty ones next to him, standing on the table. The kitchen looked raded, the fridge open wide and all the closets open, showing that my dad had searched for food. Cereal and milk laid spreaded out on the floor, a bowl and a spoon next to the items.

"Hello fagott." he said, making my heart hurt. "Did you have fun at your fucking school?" he looked at me in disgust. "Oh, what a fucking surprise. You got bullied again." He pointed at the marks on my wrists. "Of course you did. Fucking fagott. Who wouldn't wanna bully a fucking fagott like you?" He said and chuckled darkly. "Son." He said. I didn't look at him. "SON." He said louder, making me look up.

"You're a fucking dissapointment." He said. And that was it. The tears finally broke through and I ran upstairs as he continued on and on about what a fucking fag I am. I knew I shouldn't have listened to him, but how couldn't I?

I closed the door and put myself in the tub, grabbing my father's razer. I smashed it against the bath tub, making the blades fly. I grabbed one of them, who had flewn in to my right leg. As I pulled it out, pain flew through my whole body. I didn't care. I liked it. I didn't wanna cut my wrist. I wanted to make it difficult. That's why I started cutting where the blade had hit me. I had only cut twice before this.

As the blade cut deep into my skin, making the blood pour out, I yelped. It hurt, but I didn't want to stop. The bullies thought I deserved to get hurt and die, so why don't?

It was hard to control the blade, especially when it was cutting my leg. I started cutting too deep, making my eyesight blurry. I heard a whimper come out of my mouth and heard shuffled steps coming up the stairs. Things got blurrier, and eventually darker. As the door opened, everything finally turned black.

"What the fuck are y-" was all I heard before my mind drifted off.

(A/N: ...)

I snap out of my memory and find myself in the elevator with Baki and a few other people.

"What were you thinking about?" He says, looking pussled.

"Nothing." I say, looking down.

"Okayy..." He says, clearly suspicious. The elevator lets out a ding and we step out. Baki aim for the reception and drags me with him.

"Hi, we'd like to meet your patient Simon, please." He says, smiling.

I can't wait.