Gasoline - Ranboo Angst

Chapter 26

Wilbur's POV

A/N There are going to be a couple of especially big triggers in the next few chapters so take care okay?

TW: Su!c!de, plot twists, self blame, bridges, mentions of death, mentions of murder, swearing, crying, death, crying, attempt to stop su!c!de

I ran out of the hospital crying. This was all my fault. I was the one who invited Ranboo's- fucking- ugh Dad- I didn't even want to say it! He has no right to be related to someone that amazing and kind.

"This is all your fucking fault. If you had seen the signs you wouldn't have called him. You wouldn't have left him alone. And now he's dead." (A/N remember he left when Ranboo went unconscious therefore meaning he believes Ranboo is dead.)

"It's all because of you." I laughed hysterically. All my life I'd jokingly been asked if I would kill someone. I'd always replied yes and shake it off. Now I'd actually murdered someone.

'But you didn't actually. You weren't the one holding the knife.' A small voice in my head whispered.

"But I did. This is my fault. All of it is. I killed him. I killed one of my friends. I did this to him. I deserve to die." I mumbled through tears.

Death...

Yes that was a good fate for me.

I deserved this.

I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket and looked up where the closest bridge was. Not too far. I began running there.

It didn't feel like too long really. But the sky was becoming light again. It was at the beautiful moment when it's light enough to make out features around you but the sky is still black and the stars can easily be made out. It must've been hours.

And then I was standing on the railing.

I felt my stomach churn. Maybe I shouldn't.

"This is your fault. You take the punishment." I told myself firmly. I glanced over the edge again. "Do it. No one will want to see you after you killed Ranboo. I bet they aren't even looking for you."

I climbed over the railing and closed my eyes.

And let go.

When I heard someone yell. 

"WILBUR!"

I opened my eyes. I suddenly knew I didn't want to go. I recognized that voice. They were looking for me.

"DAD!"

 I screamed. I was looking straight up into the face of Phil. His arms were outstretched and holding onto mine desperately.

Tears were in his eyes. "I- I can't hold on-" he cried.

"Please. Please Dad. I- I don't want to go." I whispered through my tears.

But I felt our hands start to slip from each other's grasp.

I knew I was going to die here. It was inevitable. But Phil couldn't blame himself.

"Don't worry Dad. It's not your fault."

"I guess you could say it was never meant to be."