Scott's Perspective-

Scott awkwardly walked into Stephan's office.

"Hello, Scott!" He smiled, "Please, sit down."

Scott sat down and Stephan handed him a bin full of fidget toys.

Scott picked up the one he used last time.

"Thanks." He mumbled.

Stephan nodded as he put the bin back before clicking his pen.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Good."

"Anything you wanna talk about?"

Scott hesitated and shook his head.

"Everything's been good?"

Scott nodded.

Stephan looked at Scott for a second before clicking his pen again and standing up.

"Okay, then." He said, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Scott asked.

"You said you had nothing to talk about, so we're done." Stephan said.

Scott froze.

Stephan gestured towards the door,

"If you have nothing to talk about, and everything's good, then you don't need my help."

"I- "

Stephan raised an eyebrow.

Scott shut up and felt embarrassed as Stephan nodded and sat back down.

"Scott," He said, looking at Scott, "My job is to help you. This is a safe place; I won't tell your parents anything you don't want me to tell them."

Scott nodded, continuing to fidget.

"Scott, you need to- "

"I did it." He said.

Stephan blinked, "Did what?"

"I did it." Scott repeated, "Two nights ago."

Stephan clicked his pen again and started writing.

"Do you know...why?"

"All the voices were shouting at me. About how I was gay, about how I was a disappointment and a boy-girl. About how I deserve to die and how no one loves me and how," Scott took a shaky breath, fidgeting faster and faster with the toy, "And- and how no one will miss me and how my parents want me to live on the streets and how- how if I liked girls then people would love me and- "

Scott broke himself off with a sob.

Stephan, looking concerned, gave Scott a box of tissues.

Scott blew his nose as he tried, desperately, to catch his breath.

"Scott, has anyone told you these things?"

Scott shook his head, wiping his eyes.

"So why do you- "

"Because it's true! I know n-no one will mis-miss me and how no one l-loves me and how my p-parents want me to l-live in the st-streets!"

"I'm sure they- "

"You h-haven't met my f-father! I always g-go home to get s-shouted at because I'm t-to g-gay. I have to b-be st-straight and h-have a g-girlfriend and be p-popular and- and- and- "
Scott started to cry again.

Stephan got up and left.

Scott continued to cry as Stephan walked back in, Scott's mother following.

Fuck. Scott thought as his mother gasped and brought him into a hug.

"Scott? What's wrong?"

"I- I- I- "

Scott couldn't form words as he cried.

Stephan explained what Scott had just told him as Scott tried to block out all the noise.

After Stephan finished, Scott's mother hugged tightly onto her son.

"Your father shouts at you about being gay when he picks you up?" She asked.

Scott nodded.

She looked furious, "How long has this been happening?"

"S-since 5th g-grade. W-when I started to r-realize I was g-gay."

"Why have you never told me this?"

"B-because I thought you would k-kick me out for f-fighting with d-dad."

"That's it." She said, getting up.

Scott took a deep breath, watching his mother.

'W-what's it?" He asked.

"Stephan, I'm so sorry but I want to end this session early." She said, "I need to talk to my husband about something."

Stephan nodded, "It's perfectly fine. I'll see you, Scott, on Tuesday."

Scott nodded and left with his mother.
They got in the car and Scott got nervous.
He had never seen his mother get this mad before.

-

"YOU TALK TO OUR SON ABOUT BEING GAY?!"

Scott heard his mother and father shouting.

He was sent to his bedroom.

"Just in case it gets a bit ugly." His mother told him, kissing his forehead before heading downstairs.

Scott was clutching onto his blue owl squishmallow, Winston, trying to calm down.

"SCOTT IS OUR SON AND YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO LOVE HIM FOR WHO HE IS! WHY ARE YOU PUNISHING HIM FOR BEING GAY?!"

Scott continued to clutch onto his squishmallow for dear life.

He didn't know why he was still crying.

His mother wasn't shouting at him, and yet, it felt like she was.

Anytime someone shouts, Scott just seems to break down.

"NO!" Scott heard his mother shout, "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! GET OUT!"

There was banging noises and the sound of the front door opening and getting slammed shut.

There was then a stinging silence.

After all the shouting and arguing it was...over.

Silent.

Quiet.

Scott could hear his own thoughts again.

And all of them were just as confused as he was.

Did that...did that really just happen?

Scott's mother then walked up to his room.

She smiled softly at him and pulled him into a hug.

Scott continued to cry.

"Shh." She said, rubbing her son's back, "He's gone now."

"D-did that...did you just d-do that? Is he r-really gone now? F-forever?"

Scott's mother nodded.

"I'm so sorry he did that to you." She said, "You didn't deserve that. I wish I had known sooner, I should've kicked him out long ago."

Scott nodded.

"Scott, I want you to tell me when these things are happening in your life. I want to help you, please."

Scott looked up at his mother and then nodded again.

She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie." She said.

"I love you mom." Scott said, hugging his mother.

"I love you to, Scott."