Circle of Life

Roman's POV:

I leave Virgil crying in his bathroom and head back to my room. I close the door and jump on my bed, getting under the covers, and resting. I can't believe he shut me out. I thought he would never do that! I just wanted to help him...but obviously he didn't want my help. Maybe I should go back and see him, make sure he didn't cut himself more...No, I can't, he'd just push me out again.

But maybe he pushed you out so you could come running back.

I sneer. No, he pushed me out because he doesn't want to see me. He probably just needs some space. I should respect that.

No, you don't understand. He was using reverse psychology. When he told you to go, you were supposed to refuse and stay. But you didn't. You just left him to cry alone on the floor. Don't you think he's been alone enough already? So get off your lazy ass and go help him!

You're right...you're right...I should go help him.

I get out of bed and open my door and run down the hall. What if he's cut himself some more? What if he's in pain? What if he accidentally cut open a vein and is dying? WHAT IF HE TRIED KILLING HIMSELF?! God, he's rubbing off on me.

I knock on his door. "Virgil?" No answer. I knock again but harder this time. "Virgil? It's me, Roman." Silence. "Could I come in?" Still no answer. "Alright, I'm coming in." I open the door and walk in. His room is dark...and he's nowhere to be seen. Motherfucker, he must still be in the bathroom...probably crying his heart out. God, I'm so stupid.

"Virgil?" I slowly walk over to the bathroom doorway, surprised to hear nothing. No crying. No whimpering. No screaming. Nothing at all. Nothing. I don't know which one is more terrifying.

I step into the bathroom and see no one. Where the fuck is he? Then I step in some liquid, something hot and sticky. I look down to see blood. My heart starts to pound and I whisper, "What the fuck...?" My eyes follow the trail of dark blood and then I see it. Virgil laying on the floor in a pool of blood, cuts covering both his arms, and blood still seeping off of them.

"NO!" I sink down to my knees and pick up his body, cradling it in my arms. Tears cost my vision and stream down my face. "Virgil..." I choke on his name. "Virgie, wake up." I start to breathe hard and to cry more. "Virgil, baby, please wake up. Open your eyes. Move. I don't care. JUST DO SOMETHING!" I scream and cry while squeezing his body close to my chest. I feel his pulse and detect...nothing.

He's dead. Oh God, no, I think he's fucking dead. "No, no. You're not dead, you're not fucking dead. I'll save you, baby, I'll fucking save you!" I lay him down in his bloody mess and start doing CPR. Anything to bring him back. Just anything. I breathe hard as I keep on pushing and pushing and pushing down on his chest. Some time passes- a very long time- and nothing happens. He still lays there, dead. I scream and scream and scream until I can't feel my throat anymore. I grip my hair and huddle up in a ball, crying harder than before. I rock back and forth and keep on whispering, "He's dead, he's dead, he's dead. My true love is dead."

Someone touches my arm and says gently, "Roman, I'm sorry to report, that Virgil is dead." He chokes on his words. Must be Logan.

"NO MY DARK STRANGE SON!" Patton.

"It's okay, Patton. Everything will be okay." Logan.

"Roman?"

I look up at Logan, my heart swelling up as I see Virgil's body.

"We're going to bury Virgil now, okay? We're going to take his body away."

My eyes grow alarmed by this and I shake my head quickly. "N-n-n-no, please don't."

"But Roman we mu-"

"Just let me spend some more time holding him, " I beg.

Logan sighs and nods. "Okay, fine. You get five minutes." He turns to the crying Patton. "Come on, Patton. Let's go." And they both leave.

Crying, I pick up Virgil's body and hold him close to me. I bury my face in his neck and play with his hair as his blood leaks down on me, but I don't care. As long as I can hold him, still be with him, even if he is dead.