Watcher (KSImon)

Nine

Well the whole song doesn't work with the story Simon doesn't have a sister but it works pretty well

I love this anyways (if you just want to hear the song it starts at 0:47- you're welcome)

I ran and kept running. What happened to me? My lungs started to hurt when I had reached my house. I burst the door open, and my mother was standing in the front hallway.

"What's wrong, honey?" I looked to the ground, biting my lip. Then the tears came out, she wrapped her arms around me. 

"You won't love me if I tell you!" I breathe in, choking on my tears.

"I'll always love you Simon! Even if you kill someone, I'll still love you," she whispers into my hair.

"I think I'm gay," I receive silence as a response. 

"Why... do you think this?"

I gulped.

"Because I kissed I boy."

She took a deep breath, "I still love you, Simon." 

I shook my head, and walked away to my room. It was time to calm down. Looking in the mirror, I looked at my face. It was disgusting, red and wet, eyes bloodshot. My hair was matted with sweat.

"Why does this always happen to me," I growl at my reflection, starting to shake. My hands grab the closest thing and fling it across the room. It happened to be a soccer trophy. A championship I had one for our team. I pick it up angrily. It dented the wall. My heart started to pound in my ears. I was shaking so hard I could barely move my fingers. 

"Mum...." I try to shout, but my voice escapes me, "mummmm.." I croaked, and bent down on the ground. My legs started to go numb, and then my arms. I start to panic, but I can't find my voice.

"Dammit," I mumble breathily.

My phone starts to buzz in my pocket. I use my last ounce of strength to pick it up. It's Ethan.

"Hey! Mate, where'd you go? Cal came in without you... he was really pale,"

"I cannnt mmm-m-moove," I slur. My tongue wasn't moving.

"What?"

My tears started pouring once more. Why was I even on the floor in the first place? 

"Plu-p-lease.. come fast," I whisper.

"Oh my God. Simon we're coming right now." Ethan hung up, leaving me in a ball on the ground. 

It left me to ask myself why. 

Why am I alone? 

Why am I gay? 

Does Callum even mean anything to me? 

What about.. 

What about..

Olijide Olatunji?