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Skipping ahead in time again...to February...because plot convince

Also Quinn and Virgil ship name = Quirgil

TRIGGER WARNINGS : suicide

Virgil POV
I stared down at the water rushing a good hundred feet below me. Opal Gorge. By far one of the most deadly places in this town.

A few tears slid down my cheeks and fell down into the water. My stomach was burning. Wether from running here while panicking and crying or because of all the pills I downed.

Why did Roman do it? I thought he cared about me. I thought he actually loved me.

Why was he kissing Jackson?!

My breathing hitched again and I wobbled. My balance momentarily leaving me. One hand tightened on the railing but my other hand let go.

I want to fall. I want to die. I can't take it anymore. Nothing ever goes right for me. I can't keep going on.

This is my breaking point. I can't take it. Make it stop. Make these thoughts stop. Please. I can't.

My hand that wasn't holding on dug into my hair. My sobbing increased. Slowly, I started leaning forwards. 

Faintly I heard someone screaming for me.  It sounded vaguely like Roman.  That just made me angrily.  Made me want to do this more.

I pulled my legs up to my chest and then I forced myself to stand up.  I heard the voice screaming at me again. 

My shaking increased as I looked down at the raging waters below.  Then vertigo took over and I started leaning forwards.

I reached out to grab onto something but there was nothing.  I leaned forward too far and lost my balance completely.

The voice screamed again and I felt something briefly brush my hand.  But by then I was already plummeting down towards the raging, icy water. 

~•~

I looked down at the brace on my leg. The doctor, whose name I didn't bother to remember, continued to tighten the gears.

The strange dream, nightmare maybe, that I had last night won't leave me alone.  I can't seem to stop thinking about it for some reason.  I feels so real too. Like memories I'm just living again in my dreams.

It felt way to realistic to just be a dream.  But who knows what my mind is doing.  It's already so fucked up that strange dreams should be common.  But it felt so real...as if it actually happened.

But...no...that's not what happened.  Roman told me that I slipped.  That it was an accident.  Besides, I don't remember it.  Those few hours are gone from my mind.  Why would I just now start to remember it?

This is just my mind making up weird things for dreams.

Every now and then, I would move and pain would shoot up my leg. The doctor wasn't helping the pain in my leg. They told me it'd be painful to put the brace on but this is bad.

"There we go,"  Said the doctor, standing back up. 

I moved my leg, bending it at the knee.  I was a little surprised that it didn't squeak.  It was mostly chrome and plastic with metal gears and poles to keep it together.

Then I slowly stood up, holding tightly to the doctor's outstretched hands. Both my legs were shaking.

Painfully slowly, I took a step forwards. The pain had actually dulled a bit. I limped around the room, each step easier than the last.

"How does that feel?" The doctor asked me.

"Surprisingly not that bad," I laughed.

"That's good," He told me. "That will help getting you walking again. Have you been keeping up with the physical therapy?"

"Yeah," I said. I stopped walked and leaned all my weight on my normal leg. The brace will take some getting used too.

"Okay, you should only need the brace for a month or so," The doctor explained. "I think you'll be walking by your school prom."

"I guess that's good," I shrugged.

"Just don't over exert yourself and use the crutches if your leg starts to hurt again," He advised.

"I will," I promised.

"Okay, you can leave, just check out at the front desk," He told me.

"Thank you!" I called while leaving the room.

I walked out to the front desk and signed out. I was eager to get going. Quinn and I agreed to meet up today. He said he wanted to show me something in the woods.

Of course that got my anxiety going. Meeting up in the woods. But it's Quinn and I really care about him. I trust him.

It's been about a month now. We've completely moved into my house. Things are good. Jackson hasn't done anything to us.

We see him in the halls at school but he doesn't do or say anything. It's like he suddenly doesn't care about us. But I don't think anyone's complaining.

Especially considering that tomorrow is Evan's birthday and then the day after that is Valentines Day.

I have no clue what to do with Roman. He said he has something planned and I don't have to worry about it. Has he met me? I'm going to feel shitty if I don't get him something in return.

I finally got to the park. I could see Quinn swinging up ahead. The snow was starting to melt, making it easier for me to get around.

"Hey," I said, trying not to scare him.

"Hey," Quinn mumbled, give me a little smile.

"So what did you want do show me?" I asked.

"My hiding place in the woods," He explained. "Where I went when things got to bad at home. A lot of my things are there and I wanted to get them. Evan's the only other person that knows about it."

"Sounds cool," I mumbled. I grabbed the swing and pushed him higher. He laughed a little.

"Can we go now?" Quinn asked after a while. "Evan and Damien want to go out for dinner."

"Yeah," I said, stopping the swing. Quinn hopped off and headed towards the woods.

"Will you be able to make it?" He asked, looking at my leg worriedly.

"I'll be fine," I told him.

Quinn still had a worried expression on his face but we headed into the woods. It was cloudy today, giving the woods the perfect aesthetically pleasing atmosphere.

I reached out and slipped my hand into Quinn's. He squeezed my hand and I squeezed his back. It was like our secret handshake now.

Eventually we headed down a little gorge. I saw a little hut of sorts. Made of sticks and leaned against a tree.

Quinn leaned down and entered it. I followed behind him. Inside was a broken down piano. Stacks of sketch books and journals. A rusted box of art supplies. Fairy lights strung into the ceiling.

"This place is so cool," I breathed. Quinn smiled and blushed.

"How long would you hide here?" I asked.

"Days, weeks," He shrugged. "Anything to stay away from my father."

"I understand that," I whispered.

"Can we not talk about that..." Quinn mumbled, visibly shrinking into himself.

"Of course," I told him. "How much have you drawn?" I asked, motioning to all the sketch books.

"A lot," He laughed. He rummaged through all of them and eventually pulled out a newer looking one. Then he handed it to me.

I flipped it open to a drawing of Damien. It was really well. I continued to flip through the sketch book. Drawing of Evan, Patton, Logan, Emile, Remy, Logan, Remus and I. They were all amazingly done.

"How the hell are you so good?" I asked him.

Quinn just laughed again and shrugged a bit. His smile made my heart flutter and look away. This isn't good. Why the hell do I even like him? We're best friends.

"Does the piano work?" I asked, brushing my fingers over the keys. A few keys were missing.

"It's really out of tune," He told me. I pressed down on a key and it was out of tune. I grimaced a bit.

But I moved closer to the piano and placed my fingers over the keys. Quinn moved closer to me and leaned against my shoulder.

I started playing a song. One that both Quinn and I recognized. Then he started singing along.

"Now the night is coming to an end
The sun will rise and we will try again,

"Stay alive, stay alive for me
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure to die,

"I will fear the night again
I hope I'm not my only friend,

"Stay alive, stay alive for me
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure to die,"

I stopped playing a for a while we were both silent. Quinn was shaking, wether from the cold or nerves I wasn't sure.

"You sing beautifully," I told him.

"No," He mumbled, flushing in embarrassment.

I laughed a little and pulled him into a hug. Quinn laughed and jokingly trying to struggle against me.

"I have to go," Quinn sighed, looking at an old rusted clock on the wall. "I have to meet Damien and Evan in a half hour."

"Are you happy with them?" I asked him as he got off of my lap.

"I love them so much," Quinn smiled. "They make me happy. And they actually love me."

"I'm happy for you," I told him. "Broken souls like us finally get to heal."