Virgil sat on the bathroom floor, knife in hand, tears streaming down his face as his mother banged on the door, begging him to open it. It wasn't the first time he had done this, you know, trying to kill himself. He knew it was selfish, he knew his mother cared for him, but sometimes the mind is more powerful than the heart. He looked down at his wrists, at the deep cuts that were gushing blood. He hadn't cut an artery, yet. It'd make it go faster if he did. He wanted his death to be painful and slow, it's what he deserved.
But soon enough, the blue and red flashing lights flooded the room from the bathroom window and Virgil could hear people rushing up the stairs. But he quickly lost all hearing due to blood loss. All he could hear was a low ringing noise somewhere within the fog of his brain. His head collided with the floor, but he couldn't feel it, he couldn't feel anything. The last thing Virgil saw was the blurry image of the bathroom door being kicked in.
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Fanfiction(Discontinued Until Further Notice) ⚠Trigger Warnings: Mentions of suicide, suicide attempts, mental hospital, anxiety, depression, self-harm, eating disorders, abuse, alcohol, child neglect, schizophrenia, panic attacks, violent actions, and alcoho...
