How To Stay Alive

Chapter 4

I wept silently.

Virgil was gone.

Roman and Logan were fighting, and maybes winning.

I didn't care.

My heart felt like I had been stabbed myself.

"Virgil.." I sobbed,
"Patton?" Roman asked softly
I sat shaking, "He's dead..."
"It's going to be ok... Deceit, he's gone!" He smiled, not hiding the grief in his eyes.

I felt a dull ache in my chest.

It didn't hurt.

But I felt like I had been ripped open.

I teleported away, back home.

To Virgil's room.

I opened the door.

Purple walls.

A black table with poetry scrawled on white paper in purple pen.

'Roses are red,
Violets are dying,
I'm all alone,
And I know that I'm crying.'

I smiled softly, ignoring my tears.

'The worst lie,
Is saying you love them,
That leaves them to cry,
And you know that they are a gem.

The sun will set,
But I know that,
The problem yet,
I know he'll chat.

The world turns,
I see it myself,
It feels like it burns,
I look in health.

The worst lie,
Is making them, bit by bit, die'

I cried.

I stood when I saw the guitar.

It was plugged in.

I played.

"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be.
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go?
I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong.
Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go?
I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong.
Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday."

I sighed.

Before I heard a voice.

"Patton?"

I stepped out.

"Hey, uh, hey guys."

My eyes must've been red because I heard a gasp.

"Are you ok?"

"No."

I felt ashamed.

"I need a sec."

I walked into his room.

I picked up a pen and found the final piece of paper.

I wrote.

'Tell him that you love him,
Because a few moments of courage will save you from the brim.'

I was already crying.

"Virgil."

I knew that he was gone.

Never to be coming back.

I looked at his small leather seat.

The room was full of sadness.

I fell asleep on the chair, washing it with tears.

The next day

"Hello Patton."