Bitter Truths

This is a work of fiction, though it does contain actual data and some conjecture. If you don't like tears, I would suggest not reading this. This is my first attempt at a standalone story (heck, any story period) and would ask for any and all words of wisdom and criticism. I would like to thank Kaleigh for her encouragement and my spousal unit for her proofing help.

Thanks and hugs

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Beep...Beep...Beep...

"Mr and Mrs Horner?"

The two people sitting next to the bed containing the body of a small child looked up at the interruption in their thoughts, the man looking both angry and sad while the woman had obviously been crying.

"Yes Doctor?" Dave Horner acknowledged, while keeping his arm around his wife.

"I was wondering if I might speak with you outside, or in the lounge, if you would rather sit?" Dr Jacobs asked the couple.

"Can we talk here? I don't think it will disturb James," the father said, gesturing to the figure in the hospital bed.

Dr Jacobs appeared to ponder this for a moment, but then stated, " I would prefer we not discuss anything in front of the patient. I have found that patients in comas can sometimes recall what has happened around them while they were in the coma."

Dave turned to his wife, Amanda, and looked a question at her.

"Doctor, can I stay in here while Dave talks to you outside?" she asked.

"Well, what I have to say concerns the both of you, as well as your child," stated the doctor. "if it would help, I could have a nurse come in and watch over him while we talk."

Amanda sighed, ran a worried hand over her child's forehead, then said to the Doctor as well as her husband, "Okay, I wil be out in a minute to join you two and go to the lounge."

Dave just kissed her on the forehead and asked the Doctor while gesturing at the doorway, "Shall we adjourn to the hallway?"

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After showing the Horners to the lounge, Dr Jacobs closed the door and joined them at a small table. "I am not sure how to ask this, but has your child shown any signs of unhappiness or disillusionment? Any unexplained mood swings? Anything at all to suggest why he might have tried to commit suicide?"

"Nothing Doctor, he has been the same as any preteen," stated Dave.

"Dave?" asked Amanda, startling him, "What about his grades and the reports from his teachers? The fights and the bullying?"

"That has nothing to do with this, it's just a phase that he needs to grow up and out of! He just needs to quit being a wimp and be a man!" hissed her husband.

"What, exactly, has happened at school?" asked the Doctor. "The more information we have, the better we can treat his problems, IF he comes out of his coma. If he does not want to be helped, nothing we, as doctors, do will help him. He needs to know that he is still loved. Let me share some statistics with you folks so you can get an idea what is happening here. The latest data on attempted suicides I have for his age group in our state shows that 92 did not succeed while 13 did. That is 13 more that succeeded than I like to see and 92 more that tried than I like to think about. Let me be blunt with you, the child, that 12 year old child, lying in bed in that room needs your love more than your pity."

At this point, Amanda Horner started sobbing, while Dave just sat and glared at the Doctor. "I hope you are happy, you bastard! I love my son and nothing will change that!"

"For your child's sake, I hope you do."

"Doctor? I do have more information, but Dave may not want to hear it. It's the note James... Jamie, left," Amanda told the Doctor, getting her crying and breathing under control.

"What note? And who the hell is Jamie?" demanded Dave

"Doctor? Could you read it out loud? Please?" asked Amanda, eyes tearing up and voice cracking as she spoke. " I need to get back to my baby in the other room," she said, getting up to leave the room.

Mom,
I am sorry. I just can't be the man Dad wants. The boys
at school were almost right; I do like guys, but only
because I am a girl inside. I have been lying to you and
dad, living a lie all this time. His last lecture to me,
telling me to quit being such a crybaby sissy all the time,
hurt too much. I never meant to be a disappointment to you
and him and maybe it is best this way. I hope that you can
love me after I am gone.

Love, from someone who should have been your daughter,
Jamie

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"Jamie, honey, it's your mother, I'm back and I am here for you. Just come back, please," Jamie's mother asked, holding her child's hand, not wanting to ever let go and resting her head on the bed next to her daughter.

Beep...Beep...Bebeep...



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