Ringing buzzed in Virgil's ear. It wasn't like the sound of white noise or when you think you are losing the plot, it was the schoolbell: signalling end of lunch.
Okay, all I need to do is escape Roman and I shall be fine. Did Virgil ever mention the world hates him? No? Well now you know because as Virgil finally thought he was safe through the glossy, oak, doors: he felt a hot breath on his neck, behind his ear, causing him to freeze up and suck air in.

"Hi~" It was Roman of course, he was too close to Virgil with hushed, yet smooth, voice. Roman chuckled with a voice that made Virgil smile, but Virgil coverder it up and turned around to Roman's soft smile. "Let me guess, you want to sit... at back, in the corner...?" He asked with his left index finger on his lips, in a thinking manner.

"Or~... I could go sit there... while you...go sit with your paparazzi." Virgil pointed towards a group of girls chatting and giggling, some waving at Roman before squealling and hiding their faces.

"You don't have a choice sweetheart." Roman looked at the girls for a moment before looking back at Virgil with a smile. He grasped Virgils hand and pulled him to the corner of the room. Virgil felt electricity shoot up his arm leaving a tingling feeling. He tried to ignore it, but just the feeling made him feel more flushed. Roman let go to be able to sit down and Virgil couldn't help but feel cold from the loss of contact. Now that Virgil thought of it, the only contact he had was his mum touching his cheek or her shaking fingers on his hand. Knowing this, a drowning feeling fell on Virgils shoulders. Making him want to run. To scream. Cry. He held back the tears knowing he was at school with Roman sat right next to him. He sat down with shaking hands.

"Virgil, are you okay?" Virgil nodded and played with lose strands of thread on his hoodie from chewing it in the past. Roman placed his hand on Virgils and looked up at the teacher as they entered to explain why they were there.

Only if you knew Roman.

The teachers were saying about that they are going to do Heathers for the school production and how next lesson they are to decide if they want to be stage design, crew or acting. The ear-splitting bell shreaked, finally letting people leave the prison cells of the horrid jail adults call school. Virgil found himself pratically running, soon slowing down to a slow, pacing, stumbling, walk home.

"Virgil!" He turned around to see the Jock running towards him, Great, he just had to be an athlete. Once He caught up to Virgil, Roman smiled feeling a tad breathless. "You ran off on me."

"Welp, I enjoyed it while it lasted." Roman gasped with a smirk. Virgil contiued walking with Roman by his side. It was pleasant, some talk about which Disney is the best came up somewhere in the conversation. Virgil stopped at the far to familiar garden and path that led to his house. He never really called it his home: home is where the family are together, but his is small and broken. He sighed and walked down the path with Roman watching at the end of garden. Virgil stopped half way down the path and turned to the boisterous man dressed in red and white.

"You can leave...meaning go away."

"'How I hate to say goodbye, ...but ohh how I love to watch you walk away.'" Roman quoted with a deep, dramatic, voice and a wide smirk.

"Movie quote?"

"Yes and no." Virgil felt more blood rush to his cheeks, stumbling over his words, he tried to think of a good come back.
"If your trying to flirt, how do know if I'm straight or not?"

"I have my ways of knowing." He smirked with a wink. Virgil turned back to the house and continued walking down the cobbled path. Placing his cold fingers on the metal handle of the door, he tries to open it with no luck.

"Are you okay, Virge?" Virgil nodded as he reached into his bag. Why is it locked? Dad should be home...

Clasping the keys in his hand, he searched for the right key. It's hard to find just one key when you have keys to all the windows, cubboards containing dangerous things, rooms with large windows, the stairs to the roof and both doors able to get in the house. But virgil had to put them somewhere while he has a mother who is unpredictable. Finally finding the key, Virgil opened the door and stepped inside feeling an icey chill slither down his skeleton frame. Poking his head out the door, he saw Roman, slowly walking backwards, watching him with a smile. He was about to close the white door when something caught Virgils attention in the corner of his eye.

Ms. Latiana had her head poking out the door watching the two boys. Roman stopped and followed Virgils eyes to the lady that looked to be in her 50s. Grey hair tied into a braid, black blouse, purple shirt and black bottoms, to top it off, she had black flats and no makeup. She moved slowly and looked underweight. She looked up at Virgils house and pointed to the window Virgil new to well. Virgil turned to the house and poked his head into the lounge.

"Mum?!" No answer, not even a quiet knock to prove she heard him. "...Dad?!" Still no answer. Virgil looked back at Ms. Latiana to notice she was now pointing with two fingers, shaping her hand in a certain way. Oh god... not today... please not today. Virgil ran. Leaving the door wide open, he rushed up the stairs.

Confused and quite startled, Roman followed up in a state of panic. But what he saw, was the one thing that didn't cross his mind of possibilities. There on the floor was a younge women laying lifeless on the floor. Gun held loose in her right hand and blood running out of her chest.

Virgil sat next to her, tears streaming down his face like bullets. He didn't know what to do. His mind wasn't helping him in the slightest. All he could hear was white noise, he could see her infront of him, but his mind wouldn't let him know that she was already gone. She's not gone. His mind making up lies, wanting it to be a nightmare. Wake up. She will wake up! More lies, and he knew it. The static, white noise got louder, his vision going blurry from all the tears, his voice going dry from all the silent screams. The white noise covering his ears from his own screaming. Soft walm hands on his shoulder, Strong, safe arms around his body. A rushing heartbeat, but calm breaths. His screams died down, only allowing the tears to stream down his pale face and the warm arms to hold him tight. White noise blocking out any noise.
Mommy, wake up... I need you...

From the corner of his eye, Virgil could make out a soft, yellow, folded note next to her hand. Reaching for it and opened it, he read the scribbled words that was wrote with a shaking hand. He lent thurther into the warm chest.

Happy Birthday my baby boy.
Go live your life.
Love, mom
x x x