Your City Gave Me Stories

Jubilee Line

Trigger warning: Su*cide

"Did it hurt?" Tommy asked. He kicked the torn apart train track with his foot as the metal crumbled away even ore. He knew the answer to his question. It didn't hurt. It would hurt anyone else, but nothing ever seemed to hurt him not even the pain of being ripped apart seemed to lay a scratch on him.

"Yes. But not in that way." Ghostbur replied, his voice floating along and echoing in the empty station, bouncing off the walls and settling back at their feet. Tommy looked up, startled but not surprised that Ghostbur had answered. They didn't seem to speak much to each other. Not since it happened. It wasn't the same as it was a week ago yet and everyone went back to their lives and pretended nothing had happened.

"It hurt hitting the ground from what I remember but I didn't feel it that much. It hurt more to feel everything I stood for flash before my eyes. It was mainly regret then it all just faded." He looked like he could cry. His eyes were always so dulled over that it was hard to tell if he was actually feeling something or if he was just looking off into the distance, thinking.

The truth was it didn't hurt. Wilbur was never hurt in any of it. Normally the feeling of having a tarin crush you would rip you apart and leave you in excruciating pain. Wilbur felt nothing. He felt the cold train brush against his shoulder and then nothing. The train was colder than he'd expected, giving him goosebumps and making him feel a rush though his arm. It was colder than you'd expect a train that was travelling at 100 miles an hour to be. That was his final thought as himself; how cold a train was. He didn't think of tommy, or his country or what would happen after he'd gone. He thought of how a train could be so cold when it was travelling so fast. Then again, that was like him. Not much had ever held much value to him expect the logic of things and the way things would work. Wilbur was never really one for emotional attachments.

That day he did it, he knew what he was doing. He could deny it however much he wanted, say he tripped, a fall on the tracks. Would anyone believe that? Would anyone believe a man who'd just lost everything was going to go to a train station for any other reason except for the reason he went. Travelling had never been his thing; Wilbur was always one to stay in his place and control what he needed. No one wanted to believe he was gone so they didn't. Life continued; it always did, it always will.

Does death have an impact on these people anymore? It didn't have an impact on the people who dies. The fact of the matter is people live on. They don't care. They didn't care when Wilbur jumped. They knew. They know, they all know what happened.

It quite quick, painless, swift. Wilbur never felt so free from everything than when he jumped. He didn't normally know fate of things, everything always felt s out of control. That jump was the first thing he could control. The biggest thing he could control. He had complete control on what would happen in the future. Wilbur always liked that, the sense of control and power of every situation he was thrown into. You see by jumping even though he had lost everything he had so much control over what they did. He thought he did at least.

"I miss him." Tommy looked up and went to sit on the edge of the platform. Tommy did miss Wilbur. Ghostbur's presence was comforting but it wasn't Wilbur. He also couldn't really comprehend it all. Everything that had happened to him, to Wilbur to everyone in the past months. He didn't understand why anyone would want to do such a thing let alone Wilbur. Wilbur was meant to stay. They were meant to fight together. Fight with their words. They had a plan so why did it all crumble? It was a plan they all agreed to. Tommy was just a kid. It wasn't meant to end up like this. Not for him. Not for someone so innocent and fragile as Tommy. He just wanted it all to be ok again. Like it was before.

The night it happened Wilbur walked up to his fallen nation. He started at all that could have been if he was the one still in power. Everything was all intact, yet it all seemed so ruined by the people who ran it. Wilbur knew he could have made it great. He knew he was the great leader of l'manburg that everyone wanted. He began to walk, his dark coat dragging on the floor behind him, his eyes gleaming. Wilbur was smart. He had thought all of this through. He knew his power transcended all of those who lived in the walls of the nation, even his death couldn't change that. Even his death couldn't change that. He kept walking, tracing the edges if the buildings with his fingertips as he slowly began to draw ever closer to place, he wanted to rest.

He sat there for a bit. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the train and the noise to warn him that it was his time. It was all calculated at first, that was how he wanted it. He wanted his own death to be on his own terms not anyone else. Then he heard it. The faint song that was engraved in his head. The railway lines singing, calling to him. Do it. They sang, getting louder, closer by the second. Jump.

He knew there were no barriers on the rail line.

There's a reason he removed the barriers on the rails.

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