Sander Sides One-Shots // Logicality and Prinxiety

Suicide Attempt - Prinxiety

Trigger Warning- Suicide Attempt (No offence, but... duh) and mentions of sexual abuse, they live in New York, because buildings.

"Hey, baby~" Remus called over the phone, sending chills down Virgil's spine.

"Yes, darling~?" He asked, in the same tone. He knew that if he didn't, Remus would get upset.

"Come over, no one else is here~ I can lay into you like we did in high school~" He purred. He was drunk, that was clear. Virgil wasn't fond of when Remus used this phrase, he would say that but what it had really meant was Remus was going to sexually abuse Virgil, leaving marks all over him.

"Okay... I'll be over soon~" He purred and hung up. He shakily changed into a tighter black shirt, his signature jacket, fishnet stockings under a short black skirt and black ankle boots. He took his keys and began to drive to Remus' apartment building. He was in college, lived with his parents and his brother, who was a year younger and far less demented. When he arrived at Remus' apartment, he stepped into the elevator, pressing the 4th-floor button, where Remus lived.

But when the elevator stopped, he took a single step, before stepping back in and hitting the roof building. This was a 1,250-foot tall building. He knew what he was doing. He knew that this wasn't worth it. He knew that everything wasn't worth it. He knew especially, that his boyfriend made everything terribly not worth nothing. So he road the elevator to the top, intending to jump off.

When he felt the elevator jerk to a stop, hearing the music end and an annoying tone play as the door opened, he began to cry. He knew that the end was nigh, he knew that everything was over. That he hadn't said his goodbyes, that he hadn't told Patton and Logan how much he'll miss them as he's falling through the air and inevitably falls onto the concrete bellow, and as he's on his way to the after life. He didn't get to tell Remus that he's hated him ever since high school, tell him that he hated the way he was treated. He didn't get to tell Patton that he was like a father to him and tell Logan that he was like a teacher-mom figure. He didn't get to tell his brothers that he hated them and he didn't get to say goodbye to his parents one last time. He didn't get to tell his friends that he liked how smart they were or how lovey-dovey they were with their significant other despite always asking them to stop. 
But he knew he had to end this now, that if he didn't everything would be for not and that the only thing that would happen is being abused for forever. He knew that it was the time to bring his life to an end. 

He stepped out of the elevator, and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He opened the notes and began to write a new one.

'To whom it may concern,
This is written by the recent suicide victim, Virgil A. Storm. You may read this and pass it forward, but it's meant for the Kingsly brothers in apartment 413 of this building, Roman and Remus. 
Remus- I should have said this a long time ago but now is good, I guess. I kind of hate you. I hate how you treat me like an animal, like a toy that you can just put back in the box after you're done playing with it. I'm a person, a being with a heartbeat. I would say that I'm just like you, but you're heartless.
Roman- Thanks for believing in me in high school. I never told you what an impact it was to have you invite me to parties (even though I kind of suffered) and to have you think I was good enough to perform in the talent show. And thank you for treating me like a person, like a friend. I trust you to pass this forward to Logan and Patton.
Logan- You were the first person I got a long with, you make the most sense and you think about things before you do anything, but you are still a clueless moron all of the time. Bite me, I'm dead.I had a cool time with you.
Patton- You're a fluffy guy, Padre. I'mma miss you. You made life a little easier, but when you left I was once again left with my thoughts and Remus, and it's all just too much.
Pat/Logan- You guys were like my parents to me. Thanks for caring and taking care of me, even when it was annoying or unfortunate for you. Know that this really isn't your fault, I have depression and anxiety and that's on me. Remus just figuratively pushed me to.
Pat, Logan and Roman- You can sort through my belongings if you want, take whatever. I have a will for money stuff, but you three are the only ones that may take my things.
Sincerely..,
Virgil Storm,
Me'