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It had been a week. Only a week and everyone in the band could slowly feel their sanity slipping away from them.. they all wanted it to end, most notably Simon.
He saw people who nobody else could see, he was CONVINCED they were actually there, he could hear them muttering, laughing, aww-ing, Etc, it felt like eyes were constantly on him.. he had to talk to someone about this.
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“You’re schizophrenic.”
The doctor said, his legs crossed in his spinning chair as he straightened up some important documents on his desk.
“What? Check those damn papers again because I’m not fucking schizophrenic.”
Simon scowled. He knows he’s not schizophrenic, what he’s seeing and hearing is real, he knows it is. He asked Marly, Marly knows about them too, she just can’t see them… fuck that infinite knowledge shit.
“Please, Miss Pratt. Keep the inappropriate language to a minimum.”
“Mister.”
Simon corrected, mentally gagging at getting misgendered. He’s fully passing as male, he knows damn well that the doctor is only going off of that damn F on the legal papers.
“Yes yes, my apologies. But this does have to be the end of this visit,”
The doctor stands, walking over to the door and opening it, gesturing for Simon to walk out.
“From what you’ve told me, these people you’re supposedly seeing are not in any way a threat to you or anyone else, so there’s not much I can do other than give you medication, but we’re going to need a legal guardian for that.”
“Whatever..”
Simon sighs, pushing his way past the doctor and out of the wretched office. A wasted 5 hours.
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Simon sat on his bed, mindless scrolling through media on his phone. He felt uncomfortable, he could feel the harsh eyes of what Marley calls “the audience” staring at him.. just, watching him. He’s not even doing anything entertaining! Why can’t he sit in peace?
“Go away go away go away go away..”
He repeatedly mutters under his breath, closing his eyes and praying that the feeling of being watched will go away once he opens them.
*bbbring*
His phone starts ringing, terrible timing.
It’s Alexander, it’s always him.
Sigh.
“Hello…”
“Heeeyyyyy, Simon”
Simon could hear it in Xander’s tone, he was slowly getting more and more lovesick for simon, and simon hated it, kind of. He liked Xander, him and Xander were technically dating now, but Xander’s love was unhealthy.
“What do you want?”
“I was wondering, If you wanted to go on a date with me to the mall in town?”
Greeeaatttt.. a date, asked on one again. Simon didn’t really want to go on a date, but he knows?that Xander’s just going to ask again if he declines.
“Sure, dude. What time?”
He’s going to regret this, he knows it.. he’s got no choice.
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“Isn’t this fun?”
Xander asks, holding Simon’s hand tightly as they walk. Simon wasn’t having much fun, he could still feel eyes on him, as the audience watched his every move, fuck them, all of them.. respectfully, of course. When in the world does he get a break.
“Yeah yeah, real fun.”
Simon pulls his phone out from his pocket, going to text Marley. He needs some peace of mind.
‘Yo, is Xander’s issue going to worsen?’
He stares at the message, and the fact that his message from yesterday sits above it, Marley usually responds quickly, she’s probably fine. Helping her mom with Duolingo or something.
“Let’s go get something from the food court, mi amor”
Xander teases with a psychotic snicker afterwards. Which totally doesn’t freak out Simon..
He could tell Xander was slowly losing it, if he hadn’t already.
“alrighty”
Simon sighed being pulled against his will by his hand, this day feels so slow. He just wants things to go back to normal, before the audience, before the lullaby, before everything. Is he seriously the only one who sees what’s going here? He feels eyes staring deep into his back, his front, his face, everywhere.. it’s nauseating.
“Get me whatever, im going to use the bathroom.”
Simon pulls his hand away from Xander’s and Speedwalks off to the restrooms.
“Oh, okay..”
Xander pouts, watching Simon go into the restroom, and automatically starts missing him.
He wasn’t crazy, he just really really liked Simon.
Simon Stares at himself in the mirror, brushing his hair back, the feeling of being stared at died down, thank god.
“Deep breaths, Simon.. deep breaths.”
He says, closing his eyes as he lets out a long sigh.
Suddenly, he hears the toilet in one of the stalls flush, followed by a very.. obviously Homophobic guy exiting the stall. Simon can practically smell the deep southern accent and sweat.
“Good day?”
The man asks, surprisingly washing his hands in the sink next over from Simon. God, this is the one Time Simon wished someone would’ve skipped washing their hands.
“Yeah.. it’s been fuckin’ great.”
Simon says the swear underneath his breath, and stares down at the sink in front of him, refusing to make eye contact, although he can hear the shock in the man’s voice at how feminine Simon’s is.
“Uh,” the man pauses, looking up at Simon and squinting at him.
“You do know this is the men’s restroom right? The women’s is the next over.”
The man says in a deep tone, obviously mistaking Simon for a girl.
“Erm, yeah, I’m a- I’m a boy.”
There’s clear annoyance in Simon’s voice. He doesn’t want to do this right now, he wants to leave.
“I know a lady when I see one, yer’ one of them transsexuals aren’t you.”
Simon can hear the man step closer, his heart starts to race, you can practically hear his heart thumping in his chest.
Simon ignores the man, no matter how much he’d like to slap him across the face and send him to the hospital. He starts walking off, trying to get away from situation, but he quickly gets grabbed by the back of his shirt collar.
“Listen here, I don’t wanna see you in this damn bathroom again. You go into the one you fuckin’ belong in.”
Simon freezes, why? Why is he freezing up, if this had happened two weeks ago he would’ve punched the shit out of this guy. No regret.
He pushes himself away from the man, and quickly gets out of the bathroom.
He looks around for Xander and find him sitting at a table, looking all pouty.
Simon walks over to Xander, who quickly perks up with a smile.
“Simon! I got you a-“
“Can we Go? Please?”
Xander raises his eyebrow, noticing clear anxiety in Simon’s voice. He glances over to where Simon had came from, and sees the man from before walking out of the bathroom with an obviously pissed face.
He puts the pieces together, as much as he can at least.
“Of course, dear! Just, lemme check something, you wait here.”
Xander gestures for Simon to sit down and quickly walks off, going towards where he’d last seen him.
This was going to get messy.