TW: suicide attempt
Alternate ending requested by xsavethatshitx

The sad boy had finally given up all hope
So he went to the store and bought himself some rope
He tied it in a noose and hung it from the ceiling
He wrapped it around and smiled, for he had lost all feeling
His neck snapped with a sickening snap as he hung above the floor
It was all over in a fleeting second, the boy was no more

Virgil had given up. He had lived on the brink of starvation for awhile, and now he just wanted out. He wanted everything to be gone, he wanted to die.
There was nothing left worth living for, so he decided to end it.
The boy went to the nearby store and bought himself several metres of rope, taking it home and practicing how to tie a noose.
He eventually got it, and kept it hidden underneath his bed, waiting for the right time.
Virgil wrote a letter. A suicide note, if you will. Actually, he wrote more than one. He wrote a small note for each of his best friends, and then one final one that would be in his hands when he hind himself.
The first note was addressed to Patton.
Patton,
First of all I want to say that I'm sorry, Pat. I know how much you cared about me and I care about you too, but it just got too much to handle and I couldn't live like this anymore.
I need you to know that it wasn't your fault. If anything, you kept me alive for longer than I would have been without you. You were like a Dad to me and I'm grateful for that. Your silly jokes and puns got me through the days, and I'll always care for you. Please don't hate me.
You were amazing, right to the end.
Virgil.
The second one was for Logan.
Logan,
Please don't be mad at me, Lo. I'm sorry for everything that I put you guys through, I know that you were worried and I shouldn't have been so obvious about everything. You were the greatest friend I had, you were always there for me when no one else was, I just with I could return the favour, instead of leaving you like this. Please don't blame yourself for this, thinking logically like you do. This was not your fault. You couldn't have helped me. Thank you for everything.
Virgil.
The third note was for Roman.
Roman,
Ro, I'm sorry for everything. I know that I put you guys through stress and I regret that, because you all deserve the best. I need to tell you something that I was too afraid to when I was alive- I love you. I love you so much, as more than a friend, and I wish I had been able to say then when it mattered. I'll never forget that night you came to my house when I was upset and held me. I always loved you for that. And Roman, get a boyfriend. I know you get lonely. Make sure Pat and Lo get together.
Love, Virgil.
Virgil slipped these notes into his friends lockers and left school early, racing home when he knew his parents were out. He tied the noose to the ceiling fan, stood up on the chair, clutched his final suicide note in his hand, and kicked the chair out from underneath him.
Virgil's mouth opened in a strangled gasp, but unable to draw breath.
He felt the noose tighten around his neck, and his throat constrict. His eyes bulged and he kicked his legs beneath him, suddenly regretting his decision to hang himself.
Virgil felt fresh tears seep out of his eyes, and he let out a strangled sob.
Oh god please don't let me die I'm so sorry I promise I'll do better I'm so sorry please don't let me die I need to tell Roman-
Virgil's frantic thoughts were cut short, just like his breath. His vision darkened and he gave up struggling, swaying back and forth, suspended in a state of unconsciousness.
At the end of school the three friends went to their lockers and retrieved the notes that Virgil had left them. Logan read his first, dropping his bags and racing to Patton's locker, where he was already bawling, staring at the piece of paper. Logan had tears running down his face as he crumpled the note in his first, and then Roman came up to them, clutching his note in his hand, his face pale.
The three of them took Roman's car and sped to Virgil's house, swinging open the front door and running up the stairs and bursting into Virgil's room.
Patton screamed and fell to the floor, broken sobs wracking his body. Logan came up behind him, a horrified look on his face as silent tears began to stream down his face, and he couldn't breathe. Roman was there in a second, and he choked on air at the sight of his best friend hanging from a fan, his face blue.
A series of frantic "No"s began to leave his lips as he scrambled to pick up the chair and stand up on it, wrapping his arms around Virgil and lifting him up slightly to relieve the pressure on his neck.
He fumbled for Virgil's jacket pocket and pulled out the small pocketknife Roman knew Virgil had. He shifted Virgil's weight to one arm and reached above him to cut the rope.  Roman caught Virgil, set on the ground gently and stared at him, not knowing what to do.
Virgil's eyes were still open, dark and unmoving. His lips were swollen and blue, and his slim face had a pale and haunted look to it.
Roman let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and wiped away the tears streaming down his face.
Check for a pulse.
Roman spread apart Virgil's jacket and put his head against his chest, listening intently.
Nothing. It was completely silent.
Roman let out a sob and shook his head, turning to face the others.
"Call nine-one-one!" He yelled, crying. He looked back down at Virgil and interlocked his fingers and placed them on his chest, pumping them up and down.
1- 2- 3- 4- 5-
Roman did twenty of these compressions as he listened to Patton sobbing and Logan shakily talking to the 911 operator in the background. He then held Virgil's face in his hands, tilted him back slightly and leant down, placing his lips on Virgil's. It was almost like a kiss. Roman shivered, hating how cold and blue Virgil's lips were, and wishing that this wasn't happening under such horrible circumstances.
Roman blew into Virgil's mouth like he was giving his last breath, breathing deep into his lungs and praying for Virgil to do the same.
Roman performed CPR on Virgil for only a few minutes before something happened.
It was so small that Roman barely noticed it, but he did. The flutter of an eyelid, the slight swivelling of an eyeball. Roman cried out in relief and shook Virgil softly, placing their mouthes together again to give him another breath.
Virgil suddenly gasped for breath, his eyes widening and his chest heaving. Roman's tearstained face broke out into a smile and he stared down at Virgil, unable to believe he was alive.
Patton let out another loud sob and crawled over to Virgil, throwing himself over the weak boy and crying into his shoulder. Logan dropped the phone and fell to his knees beside Virgil, hiding his face in his arms as his body heaved with sobs.
Virgil cried. Fat tears rolled down his face and he sobbed brokenly, still gasping for air. His hand reached instinctively to his neck and he held it there, feeling the bruised and red skin.
Roman was sitting back on his knees, head hanging, shoulders shaking.
Virgil reached out his other arm and touched Roman's hand, trying to smile as Roman looked up, looking equally happy and upset.
Virgil tugged at Roman's hand slightly and Roman kneeled in closer to him, wiping away tears and biting his lip.
Virgil cracked a minuscule smile and gazed up at Roman, his saviour, his love.
"I love you, Roman."
Virgil saw Roman's eyes full of sadness and happiness and love and was content, letting his own eyes flutter shut as he rested. His still blue lips curled up into a noticeable smile when he heard Roman utter a few words back to him.
"I love you too, Virgil."

It all started with a boy 16 years old
He didn't want to live in a world that was so cold
He drew a lovely picture but there was a shocking twist
The brush was a blade and the canvas was his wrist