struggle

worse

It's been about two weeks since Riker found out about Roy being hospitalized. He never found out why he was in the hospital, but he never asked. Riker's now in college and is dealing with it all by himself.

"I never knew life could be this hard." Riker said to himself as he turned the page in the textbook. He got tired of studying and collapsed himself on his bed. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Riker asked himself as he shedded a tear.

He missed Roy very much and he was saddened, he was never gonna be seen again. Riker then received a text from his mom.

"Honey we need to have a talk."

At that very moment, Riker had gotten nervous, but he managed to keep his cool. He replied with "ok" and slowly started making his way to his parents room. He hated when he had to have a talk with his parents. He slowly entered the room, ready to have whatever the subject was that was coming towards him.
- - -
"He's not getting better at all." the therapist said to the doctor.

The doctor looked at him curiously, and asked "What do you mean?"

The therapist states that, "Well ever since he's been here, he's been getting less sleep, and isolated himself from everyone." He gives some files to the doctor.

The doctor looks At Roy's files and he was right, he isn't getting better. His files are mostly red meaning he's doing bad in recovery. He checked his food schedule, it seems to be low meaning that he's been starving himself as well.

He looks back up at the therapist and asked "Well is there something you can do?"

"Well, we can just let him change when he's ready." the therapist said as he shrugged his shoulders.

The doctors thinks for a moment putting his hand on his chin. He then goes through his drawers, until he pulls out a syringe with a light blue substance.

"Unless, we can just have him take this. Besides I don't like the fucker to be honest." the doctor said quietly.

"Won't we get in huge trouble if people find out?" the therapist said, getting a bit nervous.

"Well, they don't have to find out." the doctor replied, as he put his finger over his mouth and winked.

The therapist rubbed his face while being indecisive. He looked around the room and thinked, not knowing what to do, but then he finally made a choice.

"Ok, I'm in! But at least tell me why you don't like that backstabbing asshole."

"It all started back in high school, sophomore year..."

- - - - -

"Honey, it's ok if you're different from everyone else. I just want to know: are you homosexual?"

My heart sank as I got chills down my spine. I looked around the room trying not to show my nervousness. How did she find out so damn quickly?!

"Ummm...why would you think that?" I asked my mom, trying to make conversation.

"Well, at times you and Roy would be a little too close. You two would always be attached to each other. And to top it all off, you two were talking in a weird way one time. So like I stated before, I just need to know if you're homosexual or not."

He couldn't lie to his mom right in front of her, not after all she's done for him. Riker took a deep breath, gathered some courage and responded with  "Yes, I am homosexual."

I was looking away from my mom, expecting the cliche reaction you get when you open out to your parents. I was clenching my fists, ready to take whatever she had to say.

She then started crying and rushed to hugged me. She didn't know that her son had taken this huge turn in his life.

"Oh baby..." is what she said as she rubbed the back of his head. "I'll love you no matter what."

I couldn't help but shed some tears, and I felt like I needed to tell her about me and Roy.  It's been way too long that he's been having this secret kept.

- - - - - - -

Roy wakes up by an administrator telling him and his roommate to wash up. He groans and turns back to his side, wanting to go back to sleep.

His dream was terrible and he wanted it to never happen in real life. Riker and Roy were in the park one day. They were talking and laughing when suddenly, Riker had gotten shot. Roy immediately called an ambulance and Riker was rushed to the hospital. It turns out, that he didn't make it.

Roy has been stressing out for a while and he missed Riker very much, but what he could he do?

"Oh Riker..." Roy said to himself as he got up.

He went to the bathroom and washed himself up. He put on some clothes and went on his way to the room where everyone else was. Then Roy's name was called by a therapist. He gets up and walks to the therapist.

"Please sir, follow me." he said as Roy followed.

The therapist was a reptile who was wearing a black polo shirt with jeans. He was told to tell Roy that someone needed to see him.

Roy was entered into a room with a bunch of syringes and medical equipment. It was on the edge of the rooms so it was the last room you would see. Roy was then approached by a doctor holding a syringe.

The doctor was a black cat wearing a light blue outfit with a syringe in his paw. He had light green eyes and had a scar on his face. He was a bit buffer and bigger than Roy.

Roy let the doctor do his work, he cleaned his arm and put the syringe in him. He grunted in pain because it hurt way more than usual. Roy was looking around the room as it was spinning, his vision and hearing got blurry, and before he knew it Roy was passed out on the floor, wishing he was with Riker.

The last thing he heard was "Now to have him tied up..."