Are You All Dead?

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Chapter 6

It Was All Too Much

"Guess I'm next, huh?" Virgil asked, though it was rhetorical.

"I would actually really like to know what caused you to die, all the suspense has been building up to this moment." Roman spoke, earning a glare from the darker trait.

"Shut up, Princey. Let me speak." Virgil said, taking a deep breath before starting.

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I guess it started when my little brother died, it wasn't really anything I could have stopped unless I was there, but I still blamed myself since I denied the invitation. He had been backed up to the edge of a cliff, he ended up either falling off or jumping off the cliff. I don't remember what caused him to be in that position though... All I remember from the day I was told was the instant guilt and sadness that I felt.

The next thing to happen was when my cat died, it was only three months after my little brother died that my cat had run away and when I found her it was the neighbor handing over her dead body in a box. I didn't know why she decided to run away, I thought she was happy with me and everyday I would blame myself for her death, Hell, I still do.

The third thing would be all my friends turning on me after being offered even just a bit of popularity. It was a year after the death of my cat, and a year and three months since the death of my brother. I was one of the kids that everyone would single out, I knew that I was bound to be left behind again but I didn't want to think that my supposed friends would leave me as fast as they did.

I had done my best to ignore them, ignore everything they were saying, especially the things about it being my fault that my brother died. Anytime someone mentioned my parents divorce others would blame it on me. The truth about the divorce was that my parents just fell out of love and my mom finally realized she was a lesbian, they were still friends though. My parents talked constantly and my mom's wife was amazing! My dad's girlfriend, not so much...

That would lead me to the fourth thing that pushed me closer to my death. My dad's girlfriend was an interesting character, to say the least. Her name was Addison, Addy for short, she wasn't terrible, if she was sober. It wasn't often that she was though, the main times she was ever sober would be right before and right after work. She practically lived with my dad and I so she would come to our house after work for a quick meal and a change of clothes before she would disappear for the night, though it was always very clear where she was going.

She wasn't quite physically abusive, that was only occasionally, and it was barely noticeable, that way my dad wouldn't get suspicious. Normally she would verbally or emotionally abuse or manipulate me. Seeing as there were people out there who had it worse than me I never bothered getting actual help.

The absolute final straw was when I tried to go to my father for help and he would either ignore me or yell at me. He had also gradually started limiting my contact with my mom and even when I could talk to her he would monitor everything I said. I couldn't go to her for help or I would get in a lot of trouble with my father.

Eventually I just reached my breaking point, with everything going on I couldn't take it anymore so I overdosed. Surprisingly enough it worked. Not sure how, but it did, I had finally gotten out of the once loving home that was my father's place. I had died only 4 years after my brother died. My cat died during the first year, my parents had split during that second year as well as my friends betraying me. In the third year my parents got new partners. It was in the fourth year that my father would yell at me or ignore me. It may not seem like much of a reason to die but when you're 17 you don't think much, you just do.

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"Virgin..." Remus said sadly, reaching to the beanbag next to him to grab the other boy.

"I'm fine now, Re. The only thing left from that entire experience, other than the mental scarring, would be my extreme fear of pills and losing those I love." Virgil spoke, wrapping his arms around Remus's neck seeing as he was now on the latter's lap.

"I don't know who's story is the worst, two of you were suicidal, one of you died at a pride event, two of you died within a day of each other, and one of you died while kidnapped. I think you all might need therapy." Thomas said, genuinely concerned. Though at the word 'therapy' Virgil jumped up, dragging Remus with him, and ran up the stairs, staring back down at Thomas.

"No," was all Virgil had said before sitting back down with Remus, still at the top of the stairwell.

Thomas wanted to argue back that, yes, they all needed therapy, but seeing as they had all shared past traumas he didn't want to press any buttons at the moment.

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