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TW: Attempted suicide, in one case successfully, mentions of self-harm, depressed thoughts, horrible family (if you count that), let me know if I missed anything.
Virgil's P.O.V.
I make my way to the top of the roof of the school, walking to the railing. I bend down to take my shoes off, but as I do I see someone on the other end of the roof, looking like he's planning to do the same as me. I run over to him focusing on his bright white shirt and red scarf, forgetting about my shoes for the moment.
"Hey!" I call out desperately, gaining his attention "Don't do it! Please..." I look at him, confused as to how anyone else could even consider this as an option, I'm the only person deserving of this pain. But why'd I say that? I couldn't care less about some random kid from school. I'm actually kinda pissed to be honest, this is an opportunity missed for me. He starts speaking.
"You've probably heard it all before. But... I really thought that he might be the one, that I could live happily with, but then he told me it was over." He says, looking over the edge sadly, still leaning on the railing as one of the flowers falls out of his hair.
"For gosh sake, please! Are you serious? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason, you got here before me! Are you upset because you can't have what you wanted? You're lucky that you've never gotten robbed of anything!" I shout angrily, tears forming in my eyes.
I walk up to my long time crush, finally having the courage to ask him out. I tap him on the shoulder kindly, only for him to turn around, another man in his arms. The person kisses him quickly on the lips and walks away, saying something about having to be somewhere and that he'd miss his boyfriend.
He looks sheepish at my outburst, but quickly steps away from the railing and hugs me, putting one of the red flowers in my hair instead.
"I'm feeling better, thank you for listening." He says, running a hand through his hair. He then disappears, and I look to the railing in dismay as the bell rings. Another day.
Alright, today's the day. I think, taking my shoes actually off this time. As I stand back up I see a shorter student than yesterday, wearing a black shirt and tie. I sprint over to him, shouting for him to stop. He turns around and speaks, looking at his feet as he sits on the railing.
"You've probably hear it all before. Everyone ignores me, and everyone steals. I just don't fit in with anyone here." He says, and like yesterday, my anger takes ahold of me.
"For gosh sake, please! Are you serious? I just can't believe that for some stupid reason, you got here before me! Because even so, you're still loved by everyone at home. There's always dinner waiting on the table you know!" I scream, tears in my eyes once again.
I slam the door after an awful day, looking to my family. It's 10 p.m. and no one has made dinner, and both my parents, my sister and my brother glare at me as I come in. They all hate me, so this is nothing new, but still I have to hold back my tears as I run upstairs.
He looks surprised, but a slight fond smile makes his way onto his face.
"Thank you. I'm gonna head home now, I'm hungry." He says quietly, not noticing as one of his notebooks falls out of his bag. He ruffles my hair and disappears, allowing me to pick up the blank notebook.
The next day was a sympathetic kid that tried to be nice to everyone, yet they all called him dumb. He left behind a tiny heart plush, and I put it in my pocket and left sadly. And just like that, someone came everyday. I listened to why they were there and helped them realize why they should live. Yet, no one was there for me, no one would talk to me and give me a reason. Since every day I lived, there was no way I can let out all this pain.
For the first time, I run over, only to see someone just like me. Dressed in dark, he had bandages on his wrists, bags under his eyes he tried and failed to hide, a troubled expression on his face as he picked nervously at his yellow cardigan.
I dash into the bathroom, roughly grabbing the blade and making harsh slashes across my arms. I keep going until I slip in the blood and hit my head on the way down, knocking me out.
Half his face was covered in tire marks, almost looking like scales. He begins to speak, explaining.
"I just want to stop the scars that grow every time that I go home. That's why I came up here instead." He says, looking longingly at the ground below us. He really does share my pains. Wait, why'd I say that? I couldn't care less about someone who seemed so desperate for death, I've felt that way for so long I've almost become numb to it. Still, I find myself screaming something that I can't believe, considering I'm basically saying it to myself.
"Hey. Don't do it, please." I beg, trying my hardest not to scream out of pure stress. What can I do? I can't stop this person, this is new "Please, just go away, so I can't see. Your pitiful expression is just too much for me." I say, tears flowing down my face. I try to back away but fall, tripping over a dentin the cement.
"Well I guess today is just not my day." He helps me up and drapes his cardigan around my shoulders, glancing sadly at the pavement one more time before disappearing. The bell rings once more, and I go home, clutching it to my chest.
I make my way to the roof, glancing around in surprise. There's no one here today. I guess it's time. I take my shoes off, it's just me and my thoughts, no to interfere, there's no one to get in my way. Taking off my yellow cardigan, I set it down. I gently remove the red flower from my hair, placing it next to the jacket. I grab the notebook from my pocket, opening it to the page filled with drawings. Finally, I take the heart out of my other pocket, giving it one final squeeze. I think of the hundreds of people who I helped, yet none of them saw how much I wanted to be in their shoes, to have someone stopping me, to have a reason to live. To be the one ready to jump. I step up onto the railing, staring at the ground. I'm gonna be free. I jump.
I only make it a foot before a hand grabs my jacket from behind, catching me. I turn and see the 4 people who's items I kept, all of them holding onto me for dear life. They pull me back over, each of them crying.
"You helped so many people. But in turn, you sacrificed your own reasons to live." Roman says, hugging me again.
"You convinced people that things could get better, even when you didn't believe yourself." Patton sobs, throwing himself on me.
"You made people feel better about their situations, but made yourself feel worse about your own." Logan says, barely managing to keep his voice steady as he embraces me tightly.
"You told others that there was reason to live, even when you were in the same situation as them and didn't see any." Deceit says, joining the hug as well. I just cry, letting everything out. Eventually, I'm going to have to face my family, and tell them what happened, but for now I can just stay here, finally having a shoulder to cry on.

Alternate ending
I make my way to the roof, glancing around in surprise. There's no one here today. I guess it's time. I take my shoes off, it's just me and my thoughts, no to interfere, there's no one to get in my way. Taking off my yellow cardigan, I set it down. I gently remove the red flower from my hair, placing it next to the jacket. I grab the notebook from my pocket, opening it to the page filled with drawings. Finally, I take the heart out of my other pocket, giving it one final squeeze. I clear my mind as I stand up on the railing, letting myself have one final moment of peace. Before I can do anything however, a few select words make me freeze, turning around slowly.
"Hey. Don't do it, please." The person begs. I turn to face them seeing someone my age in a Steven Universe shirt, on the verge of tears. I look down at the ground, rethinking for a moment. I sigh, sitting down with my legs dangling off the edge, not looking at him.
"I just want to stop everything. I've gotten stolen from in worse ways than material possessions, I go home everyday to a family that hates me even though I try my hardest to bridge the gap between us, I've been called an idiot too many times to count for being anxious, and no one notices or cares that I willingly harm myself just to relieve some of the emotional pain. What do I have to live for?" I ask, staring wistfully out at the forest nearby. He lets out a strangled sob, hugging me from behind.
"Please, at least for me if nothing else, just don't do it. You can survive, I promise." He cries. I turn around again, stepping down from the railing. Maybe I can.

Alternate-alternate ending (Sorry)
"I just want to stop everything. I've gotten stolen from in worse ways than material possessions, I go home everyday to a family that hates me even though I try my hardest to bridge the gap between us, I've been called an idiot too many times to count for being anxious, and no one notices or cares that I willingly harm myself just to relieve some of the emotional pain. What do I have to live for?" I ask, not daring to look up. He's speechless, before rushing into many reasons, his voice eventually just disintegrating into harsh sobs. I sigh, giving him one last glance. I see the other four who I helped, staring from the other end of the roof. Freedom is more important to me right now than explaining. I jump.

So I might make a part two, tell me which one of these you want me to make a sequel to (though I might end up doing all three) so I know what you guys want to see. I'm still open to requests from anyone, so don't hesitate to ask.