Runaway Actor

Chapter 13

WARNINGS
-Mentions of suicide
-Suicidal Thoughts
-Cutting/Slitting
-Suicide
-Arguing
-Angst :3






"Virgil, all you do is bring everyone down!" Roman had screamed at Virgil. "You are always looking to the bad parts of everything fun, you're just the source of bad things, no one wants that!" Virgil frowned, though his expression quickly stiffened to show nothing. "Well I'm sorry to ruin your stupid fantasies." Virgil snapped, "I'll just leave you to your stupid fake quests, and be gone.. just MAGICALLY disappear from existence." Roman narrowed his eyes, "Fine then." He walked out, turning his back on Roman. He didn't look back. Virgil kept his hands stuck in his pockets, his eyes narrowed. Tears streamed down his cheeks, a bad feeling swarming in his stomach. Going back would just make everyone feel worse, he had to keep going.

Patton was alerting all of them that Virgil was gone, Roman not even leaving his bed. "What does it matter?" He had said, Roman's cheeks stained with the aftermath of tears. It grew worse by the moment. "Roman! Virgil left, and he was the only one who didn't stop looking for you when you left, not are you not going to even take notice to him leaving?" He shrugged, "you know why he left and you know where he went so what does it is matter." Patton nearly screamed, "vIRGIL LOVES YOU, AND YOU LOVE HIM, JUST DO EVERYONE A FAVOR AND DON'T LET ONE ARGUMENT GET IN THE WAY" He shrugged in response to Patton yelling. Patton pulled Roman's Disney blanket off of him, to see him shriveled up, like a withered flower. This was worse than he had imagined..

Virgil laughed to himself, wiping the tears from his pale cheeks. His vision was a little blurry but he continued down the sidewalk. He didn't bother taking deep breaths, it wouldn't help anything. He hadn't cried since the attack, which was a couple days ago. He didn't want to go back, he was just so confused, and angry. Why would Roman say those things? He'd really dare think that they had forgiven him about ruining all of the fun moments in their lives. He was so stupid, to actually believe they cared about him. To actually believe they care about him. His house was close, now, he could see the small dark building in the distance. If he went there, he could end it all, he could just kill himself. None of his so called friends cared, so why should he? None of them would check on him, he would be gone before Patton could make a pun, before Logan could tell a fact, and before Roman could bring up slaying the dragon witch. He let out a sob, snot dripping down his quivering lips. He wiped his face, hiccuping. He threw his door open, the whole place empty. No furniture, no tables or chairs, there wasn't even a hallway. He slept on the floor of his living room, and there was a fancy knife set on the counter that came with the abandoned home. That's right, he couldn't afford somewhere to live. He usually was always at everyone else's houses, never at his own. He grabbed the clothe wrapped knife set, sitting down on the hard floor of his living room. He untied the black clothe, unrolling it to show many knives. A small knife leading up to butcher knives. Virgil grabbed one of the smallest knives, rolling up his hoodie sleeve. He was ready to let go. He only felt sad. He frowned, putting the knife to his soft pale skin. Virgil pressed down through the layers of flesh, tears streaming down his cheeks. He pulled upwards, following the jagged path of his veins. Virgil felt his body going numb, his blood running cold. His hands dropped, his airways closing up. His hands dropped. Virgil let it go, he let it go..