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Drowning ~ Alternate Ending

T.W. Suicide, cutting, anger, blood.

He decided, by the end of the school day, that he wouldn't let himself live past the night.

But then, they came into the room. They stood around his bed, pain in their eyes.

"Why?"

"Where were you?"

"Where was I? Where were YOU when I needed you? You were my friend and you left. I've been depressed for 5 years yet you never saw. You were my lifesaver, kept my head above the water, then you found better people, and I sank. Nothing but black surrounding me. The pressure, the suffocation, everything hurt too much. I'm drowning and no one sees. I'm hurting, no one cares. Why am I not dead? I'm abused, anorexic, alone and anxious. Bullied, depressed and self harming. Beaten, battered, bruised and broken. I'm nothing. I'm invisible. Worthless. The silence is deafening, space is crushing. The confusion of clarity. The brightness of the dark. There's no hope. The inability of understanding of how to express emotion. What's the point? No one will ever know or understand how I feel. I watched my old friend as he made new friends, listened as he gushed about how great they were. I knew I'd never be enough. I watched as the guy I liked did everything but noticed me. I watched you all get good grades, as I felt myself slip away. I cut myself to end the pain, I pile the pills in my hand ready to end it all, but I could never get them down. Nothing worked, my heart kept beating, thoughts never ceasing. My life isn't worth living. I'm just a coward in a sea of confidents."

"Virgil, you're not a coward, I saw you hurting, I knew you needed someone, yet I did nothing, I stood by and watched. I did nothing. I'm the coward. I saw the dark kid with purple hair, and I wanted to know more, I saw his F's and the tears in his eyes, yet I was scared to say anything, I stood by and watched you hurt. I'm sorry."

"It's too late to be sorry, the damage is done, I'm done. There's no use in living this life any longer. I'm sorry. But you have to leave." His once sad eyes hardened, anger filling them, "you all need to leave, and never come back. Not that you'll have a reason to after tonight, you made your choice and I've made mine. Goodbye"

He shooed them out of the room, and shut the door on their faces, where they stood shocked.

Virgil felt his mask falter, and tears fall.

He hated himself, but it was too late to take back what he'd said and done.

Too late to fix anything.

Too late.

He ran to his bathroom, grabbed his razors and pills and sliced his wrists 10 times, for his stupidity and carelessness, for letting his feelings show, and for thinking they may even care.

They didn't.

He didn't want to pretend they did.

Too late.

The cuts were deep, blood seeping out, and his hands were shaking as he poured the pills into his hand.

He dragged himself back to his bed, and swallowed all of the pills, for once he did something right.

He lay down on his bed, and as he felt his heart slowing, he heard Patton fighting to get in. Logan and Roman fighting to hold him back.

As his eyes closed, and heart stopped, Patton burst in, too late to do anything, and he cried.

He showed his emotions, and he hated himself for not doing anything sooner.

He was too late.

Always too late.

Virgil was dead.

606 Words
That's the ending I would have put on Drowning but I didn't feel like making it more angsty.
Hope you enjoyed it.
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