JFGogh (SFW) Series Finale

Part 8; Sent.

!!TRIGGER WARNING!!
MENTION OF SELF HARM, BLOOD, DEATH, HOSPITALIZATION. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.

The next few days passed quickly and silently. The weekend was quiet, there were no parties or gatherings. School started and it was just the same. Still and dull. The students felt so lost without JFK and Ponce's usual excitement and mischief. Teachers voices grew louder, every sound no matter how quiet it would usually be, sounded as loud as a gunshot.
JFK looked as though he were a zombie. His eyes were red and looked like they carried bags of coal. His frown was heartbreakingly plastered to his face. He never raised his voice, not in days. The only sign of him actually being alive was a tear that'd roll down his cheek every few hours. A single tear that he wouldn't even acknowledge, causing it to leave a mark on his face. He didn't care.
The only thing on his mind was the look in Ponce's eyes... The look before he was carried away. The pain, the love, the apologetic way they shined. His whole world burned down in flames so quickly. His best friend, the person he loved most in the world, he might never see smile again. His stomach was empty, his heart was cold and heavy.
Kennedy wouldn't even bat an eye at his own name. He was numb. Paralyzed. No matter how hard his peers tried to help him wake up from the trance, he didn't budge. He could barely stand straight without getting dizzy. His friends wished they could see inside his mind, just a glance at what he was thinking. Maybe then they could help.
***
Van Gogh's heart ached brutally. He felt like the world was empty now. JFK would never forgive him, Ponce couldn't forgive him and he couldn't even think of forgiving himself either. He blamed everything bad on himself. He should've never gotten upset at JFK. He should've never lead John to believe he did something wrong. Then he wouldn't have went outside with Ponce. He would've never been in the pain he is in now. All because Gogh was stupid enough to think he had a chance with the jock. All because he was stupid enough to let him down, to let everyone down. He felt a sting in his arm. He looked down, noticing blood trickling down, a deep cut throbbing just below his wrist. Tears streamed down, they wouldn't stop. He dropped the piece of glass he used onto the cold ground of the stall. He forgot entirely he was in the schools restroom.
He anxiously rolled his sleeve down, leaving the blood to leak through his coat. He got out of the stall and practically ran back to class nervously. He hadn't really missed anything. His classmates just silently sat in their desks writing, while the teacher stared emptily at his laptop.
JFK sat still, expressionless. He looked so tired and hurt. Gogh's heart hurt as he looked at him while he passed by. Jack didn't move a muscle. Oh, god... what had he done?
He slid into his seat and buried his face in his hands, crying silently. He had gotten pretty good at being quiet while breaking down. His mind flashed with Ponce's face, JFK, and everything he once had. He felt so dizzy and lightheaded until he lost consciousness. He awoke later, not knowing how long he had been there. The classroom was completely empty, and dry. His throat ached and his face itched after being rested upon the crusty, dry blood stained sleeve.
He got up and walked out slowly, he was scared. The hallways were just as empty, but even more dark. School was over. How could the teachers have just left him there?! He couldn't be upset. He didn't have the energy for it. The only thing that kept him going was JFK. The day JFK left for good, he would too.
His footsteps were uncomfortably loud. He had never been alone in the school. Vincent was only concerned with getting back home, not that he was missed. In fact, his foster parents probably didn't even know he was missing. He frowned and continued walking until he met the office door. He pushed it open, revealing a dark and empty space. He quickly retrieved the schools keys and rushed out, heading to the entrance of the building.
Outside was cold, but airless. It's like the world knew about Ponce. As if it knew about the grievance, and the silence was it's way of paying respect. He began his way home. The sidewalks were empty and dark. He would've enjoyed it if he weren't so heart shattered by the current state of his life. He arrived at his door, looking through a side window to see if MAYBE, just maybe, his parents were worried.
Anger flushed over him, carrying a wave of sadness as he watched his parents casually stare at the television as if it were any other night.
He stormed off, running into the distance where silence was held. He didn't stop for anything, he just kept going. Suddenly, without warning, he plunged forward into the rough dirt. He raised his head and noticed a large scrape across his leg, a rock had sliced right through his pants and into his soft, pale flesh. He yelled as loud as he could, releasing all of his anger. Gogh stopped for a moment and sighed, sitting beneath the starry sky. What was he thinking? He couldn't stay out here without somehow getting himself killed. He reluctantly stood up and trudged back home, feeling defeated.
***
JFK just lied in his bed, staring up at his reflection in the ceiling mirror he had installed. He wished it would fall. He couldn't bare to look at the very face who watched Ponce- He didn't want to think about it. He cut his thoughts off. Tears rolled down his face slowly. He looked limp. It was a painful sight.
His more feminine father creaked open the door, walking in without saying a word. He sat beside JFK, who didn't even turn his head to his father.
"Baby, I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry... I know it hurts, baby... I know. I have some news that might cheer you up, though... Ponce's foster dad called today. He said that Ponce was only in a coma..." he spoke softly, his voice almost breaking a few times seeing his poor baby cry.
JFK lifted his head. The tears suddenly stopped and he started breathing heavily, feeling lightheaded. Ponce wasn't dead. He wasn't dead. He hoisted his body up and fell into his dads arms, sobbing. He cried his heart out.
"We can only hope for the best, baby..."
JFK felt like his heart had just been stabbed.
"Hope," he thought.
"I have to hope..."
he sniffled as his father gently laid his head down into his pillow, tucking him in and watching as his son fell asleep. There was still hope.
***
Van Gogh was finally home, nestled in his blanket, sitting in his bed. He held his phone with a shaky hand. He stared at JFK's contact and urged to dial. He decided to let him have his peace, he needed it. But, he should at least leave a message. He began typing.
"JFK,
It's Van Gogh. I don't know what to say, but I want to try anyways. You're so strong. I look up to you so much. It meant the world to hear you willingly want to be my friend. You made me feel so special, like there was hope for me in this world. You're everything I could have dreamed of being, of having, and more. JFK, you're the bravest soul I know. I'm sorry I let you fall. I should've taken your hand and appreciated you while I still had you. I hate myself for it. I'm not here to ask for forgiveness. I just wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you that... I love you. I love you so much, Jack. Seeing you this way kills me. It hurts so badly. I want to be here for you, and I am. I want to be with you to comfort you. Because I care about you. Because I love you. Please hold on. Hold onto whatever it is that keeps you going. I would never forgive myself if I let you go for good. You mean the world and more to me. I love you. I love you so much."
He breathed in. He reread it countless times. He finally pressed send, dropping the phone onto his bed as he did so. That was it.
"For Ponce..." he thought. Vin fell back, smiling as a tear trickled down his face, and with that, he fell fast asleep.
"Until tomorrow..."

A.N;
Okay guys. This is it. This is the sentimental bit. This chapter is a lot to take in, but it's here. I think it's perfect. I don't really know what else to say haha. I really hope you guys are liking the story so far, I hope you all feel involved in it. This is my everything right now. I can't wait to get started on chapter 9. Love y'all!