SDMN one shots

Minishaw

"Simon! Simon! SIMON!"
I sighed, giving up on trying to get the attention of my best friend who was currently tucked up in his room. I grabbed a box situated in the sand not too far from his window and positioned it to climb up to the low hanging roof.
Once on the roof, I tapped on the window with its curtains drawn; unusual for Simon.
With no response to my tapping, I decided to open the window and crawl in. Thankfully Simon's odd behavior didn't hinder his terrible habit of never locking his windows. The breeze from the ocean drifted into the room behind me, ruffling the curtains in the dark. It was weird that the room was dark, just like it was weird that the curtains were drawn. I got worried.
"Simon," I called out in a whisper, afraid of what I might find.
With no response, my worry grew.
"Simon, please Simon this isn't funny."
I was desperate, he wasn't on his bed as far as I could see, and I was scared of where else I might find him.
I took a few more slow steps into the room, staring at the floor so not to bump into anything.
Blond hair gradually came into view, and I froze.
Laying on the floor was my lanky friend, clothes in disarray and dried blood around his scalp.
I dropped down next to him faster than I think humanly possible.
"Simon! Simon! Simon please, please be ok," I shook him as I spoke, tears welling up in my eyes.
He finally started to move, if only slowly. I sprung up and turned on the lights and by the time I turned back around, Simon was leaning up on his elbows. He looked confused, his gaze sweeping the room, finally stopping on me.
Realization cleared his foggy eyes, and he looked guilty.
I kneeled back down and tried to inspect the wound on his forehead which was now visible, but he flinched away.
I grew even more concerned. Had I done something? Was he angry with me?
"Simon...what happened? Are you-"
I was cut of when he started speaking over me.
"Harry I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He paused, looking into my eyes, he leaned up and grabbed my mid section. He buried his head in my chest, breathing heavily and shaking slightly.
"What happened Simon? I can't understand unless you tell m-"
I was cutoff again, his words coming out shaky.
"I went to the party, I went to Josh's party. You told me not to and I should have listened to you. I should have listened but they kept saying terrible things. They kept saying terrible things about you."
At this point, Simon was shaking hard, his hands gripping into my sweatshirt.
I knew what happened at Josh's parties. Josh was a nice guy, but some of the people who showed up to his parties were not. They would start a fight with anyone, would talk shit about anyone, would use anyone. Josh tried to control it, but it kept happening. It happened to me, and I didn't want it to happen to Simon.
"They kept saying how good you were. They kept telling me that you wanted it, that you were so needy. They kept saying horrid things about you Harry and I couldn't stand it."
I sucked in some breath, recounting what had happened when I went to Josh's party. I always blocked it out, but Simon brought the memories back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry har-"
It was my turn to interrupt.
"Simon Minter, you giant idiot. You could have gotten hurt. I'm assuming Josh helped you home?"
I felt a nod against my chest. And then words coming from Simon's mouth started vibrating my chest.
"They were so disgusting, it was horrid."
I hushed him, and squeezed him tighter, more worried about him than about any past occurrences.
"It's ok Simon, it's ok. Let's get you to bed."
Shakily, I stood up with Simon lent against me. We walked to the bed and not so gently laid down. My arm was trapped underneath him and my legs found themselves wrapped around his torso, but I couldn't have asked for any better. My sweet Simon laid in my arms, safe.

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This is a little dark, but y'know. I might continue on this story
11-4-16