famILY 💔(Sandersides AU)

New Starts

Virgil's head snapped up. His eyes were wide with a mix of gratitude and pure shock.

"R-really-?" He stammered softly.

Mr Sanders nodded. "Yes really," His voice was filled with gentle amusement at the boys disbelief and a small smile was creeping across his face.

Words were beyond Virgil at this point. All he could do was nod, overcome with emotions that, for once, were positive. He soundlessly stood up as tears pricked his eyes and wrapped Mr Sanders in an embrace, which was quickly returned.

"Thank you," he said. It came out as an almost inaudible whisper and he wasn't sure if he was heard. But that didn't matter to him. Nothing really mattered to him right now. (Queue Queen lyrics. C'mon guys don't let me down)

-Time Skip-

Virgil's eyes swept his small room. He couldn't quite take in that he may never see it again. Throughout his life it had acted as his only safe place, where he could be alone, where he didn't have to hide his emotions. It had been the only place in his fathers rundown house where he felt at all comfortable or wanted or safe. Despite the sense of familiarity it held, it also contained dark memories of lonely nights and pain. He always remembered the pain.

It didn't take him long to sweep his minuscule amount of possessions into a cardboard box and empty his wardrobe of the handful of threadbare clothes it contained. As he bent down to check if any of his things had made their way under his bed something fell out of his jacket pocket.

His notebook.

Sitting back on his heels he picked it up and flicked through it, casting an eye over the drawings it contained.

Most of them showed a thin figure cast in shadows, leaning against a wall, curled up into a corner cowering from some unseen thing. Always the same figure. Shadows covered the pages and a mess of scribbled lines covered where the eyes would have been, with a twisted mouth or gritted teeth. Virgil had used the book to vent his emotions over the years and he could see his art skills improving as the drawings got darker.

His hand stopped as he came to a more recent drawing. The one that had fallen open in the library. It showed a cracked and broken heart, coloured in black, white and grey stripes, hastily stitched back together. Large gaps were left open however, revealing the only colour in any of the drawings.

A rainbow, dull and dirtied, but a rainbow all the same. Dark shadows were creeping in around the corners, creating a brooding drawing. He sighed and ran his hand over it, stopping when he noticed writing in a thick black pen that he didn't recognise. He took and educated guess on who wrote it by what it said.

Faggot.

Virgil quickly snapped the book shut and stood up. He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed over to the door. Glancing around one last time he opened the door with the notebook still in his hand. He looked at it once more before coming to a decision. He threw it onto his bare bed and left the room for the last time, walking outside to where Mr Sanders or Thomas, as he told Virgil, to call him was waiting.

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Hey! It's been a while since I did one of these hasn't it? Yeah I'm really on top of things...

In all seriousness I'm really sorry this took so long to write. I've been busy with moving house and also writers block so...forgive me?

We're almost at 10k reads which is insane to me! Thank you so much for all the comments and support on this! I never though I'd reached 100 let alone 10k so I can't say thank you enough.

Ok enough sappy nonsense from me!

Later🤟🏻