A/N: this story has super mature subjects. suicide is not a joke, and i am not in any way trying to romanticize/glorify suicide and depression. if you are feeling thoughts like this, seek help. it doesn't make you weak. only you can choose to help yourself, it has to be your choice. search up the hotlines in your country.
ilya
Virgil sat at the edge of the building. Soon he would choose to jump off, and nobody would care except the person he landed beside on the ground. Nobody he knew would care. He wanted to die at this point. The whole world had failed him. The world wanted him to die, and who was he to argue with the world? He had no friends. No family that cared. No stupid supportive teacher. Nobody. He wouldn't even be on the news probably. This happens all the time, and nobody cared. But Virgil cared. He felt for every teen that jumped off a building, or hung themselves, he felt for them. He knew what it was like. Now, he'd be one of those kids.
Logan had given up. It was too hard. Life had challenged him, and challenged him, and challenged him. He wouldn't take it anymore. His parents fought and fought and fought. They abused him. Some days, it was just easier to give in to the pain and give up fighting. Logan had learned that there was more pain involved if he argued. But he had had enough. If anyone was going to hurt him, it was going to be himself. He was about to jump off the roof of this building. He was on his way to the roof. God, there was a lot of stairs. He reached the top and opened the door.
Logan stepped out and saw a different boy, a bit smaller than him, sitting on the edge. Maybe he was in the same predicament. Logan walked over quietly and sat down beside him. Virgil sighed. "I don't know you do I?" Virgil asked, still not looking at Logan. "No, I don't think so. I might've seen you at school once." Logan said, surprised that this boy was so young. "Hah. Fat chance. I skip school half of the time. But... You aren't here to tell me to stop right? Because, I doubt anything could help me. I'm... I can't be saved. I'm too fucked up." Virgil said, sighing while swinging his feet. "I doubt that, but no, I'm not here to tell you to stop. I was actually here to do the same. I.. I'm fucked up as well. But I blame it on my parents. Most parents don't abuse their children by pushing them off a balcony." Logan said, looking down at his broken arm. Virgil stared at Logan's arm, and then stared at Logan. "Holy shit. I'm sorry. What happened?" Virgil asked, still in awe that a parent could do that. "My Dad hit me and I whimpered and he pushed me out to the deck and over the railing. I was only two stories high though, so I was okay. But that's just one reason I'm fucked up." Logan sighed. "I... I don't have family. Or friends. Or anyone. At all. I've always been alone. I've never had anyone to talk with, and I'm slowly going insane but that's no surprise. My coworkers don't talk to me either." Virgil said. Wait. He had coworkers? How old was this kid? "Wait, how old are you?" Logan asked. He himself was 18, he thought this boy was about 16, he looked pretty short. Maybe he was just slouching. "I'm 18 but I'm small for my age. I haven't grown yet. It's really annoying." Virgil sighed. "My name is Virgil, by the way." Logan was surprised. "Oh, where are my manners, I'm Logan." Logan said, watching Virgil with more caution now. "You don't have to use manners. We literally both came up here to kill ourselves." Virgil said, rolling his eyes. Logan looked down. "Did you know I'm afraid of heights?" He told Virgil. Virgil laughed? It was hard to tell. "Then why didn't you just overdose or something?" Virgil asked.
"Because, I wanted to show my parents that I wasn't a wimp." Logan responded. Virgil turned to look at Logan. "Aren't you technically letting them win? I mean, if your choice to kill yourself is based on making your parents think you aren't a wimp, that's not good. You shouldn't want to kill yourself to prove something to someone else." Virgil said, now looking worried at the taller boy in front of him. "Maybe. Well, why do you want to die?" Logan asked. "I'm just so fucking done. The world has never given a flying fuck about me and has just given me so much shit, and I'm done." Virgil said. "This might be a sensitive question but, where is your family?" Logan asked softly. Virgil gave a big sigh. "My parents were both only children. They had no friends except each other, so I had no uncles, aunts, or cousins. I did have two siblings though. Lily and Kristen. Kristen never talked to me. Lily was nice. She always talked to me. I was the youngest actually. Even that young, the world gave me shit to hold. My parents argued all the time. My dad broke stuff of ours. It wasn't pretty. My mom... I loved my mom. She was one of the only people that liked me. When I was 6, we had a house fire. I made it out. No one else did. They found their bodies." Virgil was starting to tear up, "The police decided to take me to the orphanage, but I'd seen enough movies about orphanages and no thanks. So I ran. And somehow, they didn't catch me. I've been living my life in the streets until I got old enough to work. I saw a sign that said "Need to Work? We'll Accept You!" I needed to work so I applied, and got accepted. God knows how. Anyway, I worked there for a while, earned money to live off of, and applied for a few different jobs. I did get accepted to work at a place with a better salary. I started to work at the new place. My coworkers hated me, but I really didn't give a fuck. I opened a bank account but just as life seemed to get better, more shit. My coworkers started getting madder and madder and they started to hit me when I did something wrong. They gave me the hardest tasks so that I would fail and they could yell at me. It's still like that you know, but fuck them. I've given up. I can't do this stupid living thing anymore." Virgil ranted. He was now crying. He walked away from the edge of the roof railing and went to go sit in the middle of the roof. Logan didn't know what to do. "I- holy shit." Logan said quietly. Virgil sighed. Logan walked towards Virgil. "Virgil... Maybe your life isn't perfect, but maybe... Maybe we could live together. I'm currently renting an apartment and I can barely get by. But... Maybe together we could afford it. I mean, you don't have to, I'm literally just a person that you met on the roof while about to kill yourself but... Maybe. If you were okay with that." Logan suggested. He didn't know where it came from, he never invited anyone to his house. Especially people he had just met 5 minutes ago. "You... You would want me to live with you?" Virgil asked, genuinely surprised that someone would want him to be around. "Yeah.. I mean... For all the messed up things that you've gone though, you're still a genuinely nice guy. At least, I think you are. So.. What do you say?" Logan said, wanting to save this kid.
"I-I was wanting to jump off this building tonight, planning to for months, but somehow you changed my mind. Two months ago, I wouldn't open up to anyone, let alone a stranger. But here I am, accepting your offer to live with you." Virgil said, wiping away what was left of his tears. Logan walked up to him. He grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. "Come on Virgil, let's go." Logan said, walking to the door.
Virgil smiled for the second time in his life.
"Okay"
