TW: SAD AND DEPRESSING CONTENT.
THIS WARNING IS FOR ALL PARTS
Lachlan's POV
"I have homework, Rob" I mumble through the phone as I scroll through Instagram.
I come along a video on my feed from my boyfriend, Vikk.
"You can still hang and do it later!" He whined. I look at the title, absentmindedly listening to Rob mumble about this video game.
"And the I was like bam! Get outta ma way fool!" He laughed.
"Uh Rob, I think I gotta call you back in a bit." I mumble, clicking on the video titled
"I guess this is goodbye" I exit the call with Rob and wait for the video to load up.I stare at it, hoping it's not what I think it is.
"So, I guess this is it." Vikk starts.
"Lately, everyone has been giving me a hard time with what I do. I could deal with the name calling.But the threats have been getting to me." He sighs.
Threats? I never knew he got threats. He's never told me this.
"I can't take it anymore. So I guess this is goodbye. This is what you people wants." He starts to tear up. My heart just breaks.
"I'm gonna end it all. Thanks to the people who made me want to stay. You're welcome to the people who wanted me to leave." He shrugs and shuts off his camera.
My eyes go wide as I realize he's about to kill himself. I hastily get up and run to my car, almost falling a few times.
I drive off down the road, trying my best to get to him as fast as I can. I messily park my car half on the road, half of the grass of his front lawn.
I hop out, slamming the door behind me and running to his front door, I don't bother knocking and just run in.
"VIKK!" I yell, hearing footsteps upstairs. His brother comes out from the left, the kitchen.
"Vikk's upstairs, why did you sound scared.?" He asks, drying a dish. "He's going to kill himself." I say panicked.
I run up the stairs, his brother trailing behind me. "Vikk?!" I yell, trying to find where he is.
A noise comes from the bathroom on the opposite side of where I was. I run and fumble the door knob.
I push my way in and see Vikk trying to pull the cap off of a pill bottle. I grab onto the bottle and struggle to pull it away from him.
"I CAN'T GET THE CAP OFF" He cries, breaking down.
I fall to the ground with him in my arms after throwing away the bottle he was trying to open.
I hold him tightly in my arms, his sobs sounding through the bathroom. I notice there was 2 empty pills bottles that have been opened thrown on the floor.
"Call 911" I mumble to his brother who was steadily calling them.
"Shush Vikk, It's okay. I got you. I got you. Relax." I whisper, kissing his temple.
I hear sirens in the distance and I know help is on it's way.
I breathe deeply, resting my head against his and telling him to calm down.
