Let's get right to the sadness! Tw: Suicide, suicide note, and self harm. This is short but it's just starting.

Note: Italics are thoughts, Underlined italics are writings, That will go for the whole book unless i specifically say it's not.

I'm sick of all of this. I am in too much pain to continue. Virgil took out his phone and put on the playlist that he had made for this moment years ago. He took out a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote.

To whoever finds this first,

I'm sorry. I couldn't deal with the pain any longer. I've wanted to die for as long as i can remember. Now i'm getting all i've ever wanted. To my parents, you never really knew me. Well, no one really knew me, but you thought you did. I can only remember just a few small moments of when I was completely happy. This depression is just too much for me. It's ruined my whole life. I can't deal with it anymore. There is only one person who has ever cared about me. I'm sorry that i had to let him down. He knows who he is. I swear you didn't fail me. You couldn't have done anything more. I'll miss you. I know you'll miss me to, or maybe you won't. But if you are sad that i'm gone, just don't hold on to me. You'll need to move on. I know it'll be hard, but i want you to be happy.

Goodnight world,

Virgil

Virgil read the note over again and nodded. He had tears in his eyes. Virgil grabbed his phone and opened the only contact he had. Patton. His thumb hovered over the call button. He knew it would be good to call Patton one last time, but he couldn't do it. He wouldn't be able to call his happy friend. He would burst into tears during the call. He couldn't do that to Patton. It would worry Patton too much. Patton lived about 2,316 miles away. It would worry him too much if he found out that Virgil was about to kill himself and there was no way that Patton would be able to save him in time. Virgil couldn't do that to Patton. So here just sent a text instead.

Hey, I just wanted to let you know that you're amazing before I went to sleep.

Virgil turned the phone to silent. He couldn't read Patton's reply. Virgil took out his razor blade from his desk drawer. He made cuts after cuts. Eventually after about fifteen cuts to each arm Virgil felt like that would be enough. Now it was time to tie the noose. Virgil grabbed the rope from his closet that he had bought just for this moment. By now Virgil had it memorized by heart on how to make a noose. Without having to think it was made. Virgil threw the rope around the light fixture in this living room. He secured it and grabbed a chair. Virgil stood up on the chair and looked at the noose. Wow, I'm really finally doing this. Virgil looked down to his hands one last time. They were covered in blood from his wrists. He looked back to the noose and to the front door behind it. He wished that someone would come through that door and save him. But he knew that no one would. He was all alone. He grabbed the noose hanging in front of him and slipped this head through. Virgil took a deep breath in and then let it go. The chair hit the floor.