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Friends in Dark Places [Ch. 1]

Characters: Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, Sander Sides (technically Virgil Thomas, Patton Shea, Roman Patrick, and Logan Christiansen)

Pairing: none

Word Count: 2404

Warnings: semi-graphic self harm, depression mentions, panic attacks, suicide mentions and attempts, lots of blood

Story Summary: (Humans!AU) After struggling with suicidal ideation and loneliness for years, a teen decides it’s time for it all to end… that is, until someone tries to save him.

A/N: I’ve gotten a lot of good feedback on the teaser so I was just so inspired to write more! Feedback would be greatly appreciated, once again!

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Teaser (read first)

Virgil rubbed his eyes harshly, not caring about smearing his makeup. He slowly opened his eyes and caught sight of a person at the end of the bed he was laying in.

“What the fuck?!” Virgil yelled, scrambling out of the bed, which he didn’t recognize, and as far from the person he could get. The stranger looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen them before. His thoughts and memories were all jumbled from sleepiness and pulling one distinct face was nearly impossible.

“Phew! For a little while there I didn’t think you were going to wake up. Do you remember what happened last night, kiddo?” Virgil’s memories of the previous night rushed back to him like he’d been hit by a giant wave. He’d gone out to, well, kill himself. Then this stranger came by and persuaded him that he shouldn’t jump, partially by threatening to call the police. Then he’d had a panic attack because the situation had become far too intense, and after that… He must’ve passed out, but he couldn’t remember.

He relayed that information back to the stranger adding, “You scared the fucking shit out of me.” The stranger nodded solemnly, obviously not happy with having upset Virgil the night before.

“I called my mom to come pick us up, saying that we’d both been walking in the same direction and you’d passed out. I didn’t want to lie but I knew that you would want as little attention brought to your suicide attempt as you could. And, since I guess you would like to know whose house you’re in, I’m Patton. Patton Shea. And you are?”  Patton gave him an encouraging look.

“I’m, uh… I’m Virgil Thomas. He/him pronouns.” Virgil added this last part out of habit, used to introducing himself online with his pronouns, since there were a lot of nonbinary and trans people who appreciated when you asked their pronouns and who would ask yours back. Patton nodded thoughtfully.

“I guess I use he/him pronouns as well. I’ve never thought to add them when I introduce myself, but it definitely sounds good in practice,” he said with a tilt of his head. “Well! You must be starving! It’s nearly noon, would you like some breakfast? I can heat up some of the pancakes I made for you earlier!” Patton stood up and walked toward the door of his bedroom. Virgil was still standing in the corner, thoroughly confused and feeling distressed that apparently sometime after he’d passed out Patton had taken his hoodie off of him.

“Um, Patton? Can I have my hoodie back?” Virgil asked softly just before the other boy had reached the door. Patton whipped around and gave him a big smile.

“Of course! I can’t believe I forgot. It’s in the bathroom right over there with some more comfortable clothes than skinny jeans if you’d like to change.” He pointed at a door to Virgil’s left that Virgil assumed led to an en-suite bathroom. Fancy, he thought with a bitter sarcasm.

“I’m gonna go get your breakfast ready, so take your time getting yourself situated,” Patton said with a smile. Virgil nodded and watched the other leave the room and close the door behind him. Virgil let out his breath, which he hadn’t even realized he was holding. He made his way into the bathroom. The second he’d locked the door, he sank to the ground and put his head in his hands.

He felt so guilty. He was imposing himself onto this person he’d never met before, not to mention his family, and had caused mental distress to him as well. He shouldn’t have stood on that ledge for so long, he should have just climbed up and jumped immediately. And now Patton ended up paying the repercussions of innocently walking by when a depressed kid was on the brink of death. Virgil felt the tears start to stream down his face. Why did he always fuck things up?

Virgil had no clue how long he’d been sitting on the floor of Patton’s bathroom in the middle of a breakdown before he’d heard a light knock on the other side of the door.

“Verge– is it okay if I call you that?– Are you okay? It sounds like you’re crying; can I come in?” Patton’s voice was laced with genuine concern and understanding. Virgil quickly wiped his eyes and nose on his arm and stood up, glancing worriedly at the door.

“Um, I’m fine, Patton. Don’t worry about it. Really,” Virgil replied, probably with too much enthusiasm. He crossed his fingers that Patton would just go away. He heard a sigh from the opposite side of the door.

“Okay, well, if you need to talk, I’m here. Your breakfast is ready, so come down when you’re done.” Virgil gave a quick okay and actually set to get himself cleaned up. He felt disgusting. He heard Patton’s footsteps walking away and rushed to ask something.

“Hey, Patton? Is it okay if I take a shower?” Patton’s footsteps came to a halt.

“Of course, Virgil! There are towels under the sink.” The footsteps continued and the bedroom door made a soft click. Virgil pulled two towels out from where Patton had told him they’d be and turned on the shower. It took him a few minutes to figure it out (he had to turn it to adjust the temperature and pull the knob out to turn on the water) and accidentally soaked his shirt in the process.

He took a quick shower and dried off. Unfortunately, some of the water from his shirt had soaked into his jeans and he was forced to wear the light blue checkered pajama pants and disgustingly bright green shirt. He zipped up his sweatshirt in an attempt to mask most of the color. Virgil took the edge of the towel he’d used to dry off his hair and washed off the remaining smudges of black makeup from under his eyes and brushed his hair out of his face with his fingers. He looked oddly… normal.

Once he was absolutely sure any signs of him having cried had disappeared, Virgil left Patton’s room and went down the set of stairs to his left. Overall, the house had a very clean but familial aura, it gave Virgil an odd sense of calm and happiness.

“Patton? Where’s the kitchen?” Verge called. The place was /huge/. There were three hallways that branched from the bottom of the stairs and each had at least one other hallway branching off of that one.

“Go left and then go through the first doorway on the left!” Patton responded. The instructions were easy enough and the confused teen found himself in a spacious kitchen with pristine cream-colored cabinets and pink marble countertops. Patton was standing at the counter with the largest stack of pancakes Virgil had ever seen in 17 years of life.

“Are all of those pancakes for me?” Virgil could only imagine the confused and astounded look that was on his face.

“Well, if you want them all, you can have them. I didn’t know how many you’d want, so I made more than enough.” There was a bright smile on Patton’s face, as if he’d fulfilled his life’s purpose by making at least thirty pancakes in a flour-covered blue polo and tan slacks. Virgil couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks, Patton. I don’t eat a lot of pancakes, usually, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Virgil walked to the small table in the center of the room and sat down where there was a plate set up. Patton carefully carried the giant plate of pancakes to the table and set them near his guest.  Virgil took three pancakes to start and began to eat them plain. He didn’t want to use up anything more than he had to.

“Are you sure you don’t want any syrup on your pancakes? They’ll probably taste better if you put some on…” Virgil looked up to see a confused, but not malicious, look on Patton’s face.

“No, it’s fine. I’m used to eating plain pancakes.” The teen gave a reassuring smile and hoped he was convincing enough. The other seemed to take that as a good enough answer and began asking about Virgil’s life.

“So, Verge, how old are you?” Patton had a smile on his face, as if he was actually enjoying the company.

“I, uh, turned seventeen yesterday…” Virgil cringed at the thought of his host realizing he’d tried to kill himself on his birthday.

“Oh! I just turned seventeen yesterday as well! As did two of my friends. They’re very nice, I think you’d like them.” Where Patton had gathered any information as to what kind of people Virgil would enjoy spending time with was a mystery, but Virgil politely nodded. “Do you go to Westview High School as well?”

“Yeah.” Virgil didn’t see any use in lying to the other teen. Eventually they would’ve crossed paths at school and that would’ve been a really awkward.

“I’m surprised I’ve never seen you around before!” Patton furrowed his brows, obviously trying to think of at least one time that he’d seen Virgil around school.

“I keep to the shadows most of the time. It’s really not a big deal.” Verge had finished his pancakes and was reaching for another one.

“You should hang out with my friends and I at school sometime. Which reminds me, I’ve already called myself in sick, so I should do the same for you. Your last name was Thomas, right?” Patton stood up and walked over to the cell phone laying on the counter. It was in a light blue case with dog stickers on it, which seemed to fit Patton’s happy-go-lucky persona perfectly.

“Yeah…” Virgil continued to eat his pancake while Patton made the phone call. He seemed to be making jokes with the secretary, which was extremely surprising since she was notorious for being mean.

“Okie dokie! You’re excused from school today. Now, I know we’ve been talking about some pretty light topics, but I think we should talk about something important.” The hoodie-clad teen shrunk back. Oh no

“Patton, it’s fine. I’m fine. I was just feeling really upset yesterday and was about to do something rash. It was a one-time thing…” Virgil didn’t even sound convincing to himself. He slouched forward, discarding his pancake on his plate and putting his head in his hands.

“Verge, I know I’ve only known you for less than a day, but I know good people when I see them. You deserve to live–”

“How do you know?! You know barely anything about me. For all you know, I could be a criminal in need of psychiatric help!” Virgil’s voice was a knife through Patton’s soft words. There was no longer any happiness on Patton’s face.

“I… I…” Patton looked like he was close to crying.

“You should have just left me to die. I’m worthless and you know it. Now leave me the fuck alone.” Virgil aggressively shoved his chair back and walked from the room. His feet carried him up the stairs and into Patton’s bathroom. He immediately locked the door and collapsed. What he’d done was wrong and he knew that, but he was sick of Patton’s faux empathy.

“Yes, Logan. Yes, I did try to talk to him about staying with me, but he wouldn’t let me get my words in. Mhmm. He locked himself in the bathroom; I’m going to try and get him to come out. Virgil? Kiddo, are you okay?” Tears were streaming down Virgil’s face as he stood up and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even kill himself correctly; he wasn’t able to do the right thing. The teen pulled his fist back and sent it flying into the mirror.

CRASH! Glass rained onto the counter with the sound of a thousand tiny bells. Virgil looked down to see red streaming from his knuckles, but he honestly didn’t care.

“Virgil?! What happened? Are you okay?” Patton sounded frantic. “Logan, get Roman. I need you both to come here and help me. Right now. Yes, just. Get here.”

Verge picked up one of the larger shards of glass and examined it in his hands. It was beautiful, a jagged piece of crystal catching the light at beautiful angles. He squeezed the shard, feeling it cut into the soft flesh of his hands. The teenager gently placed the red glass onto the pristine white countertop and ran a hand through his hair. He was starting to become dizzy. He picked up another mirror shard and cut it into his forearm multiple times. A wave of calm washed over Virgil.

“Please let me in, buddy. I’m not trying to hurt you!”

The teen in the bathroom fell to the floor, unable to hold himself up with how dizzy he was.

“I think he broke the mirror. I don’t want him hurting himself, he’s in a very dark place. Help me break the door open.” A series of bangs erupted in the small space where Virgil was. He curled in on himself, not wanting to have to deal with the world anymore.

A loud crack rang out as three figures bursted through the door. They froze and stared at Virgil, laying on the bath mat covered in blood and crying. Virgil heard Patton gasp.

“Patton, I know this is hard for you, but I need you to go grab gauze rolls from the medicine cabinet. Roman, help me drag him onto the bed,” a calm voice ordered. Virgil felt two sets of hands grab him and pull him to the bed, gently laying him onto the plush covers. Something was then being wrapped around his hands and forearms.

“Thanks, Pat. Roman I need you to get the car started up and clear out a space in the back for Virgil to lay down.” Virgil’s vision had become mostly black, so he wasn’t able to make out any of the figures around him.

“Virgil? I’m going to carry you now. Please do not be alarmed,” the calm voice commanded. Virgil gave a weak nod as he was scooped into a pair of steady arms. The teen allowed himself to doze off as he was carted into an unfamiliar car for the second time in 24 hours.

Chapter 2

appletini-on-ice  asked:

In this post: /post/161146308964/living-room ; Where did you get those living room chairs and that pink cabinet in the back?

Hi there! The chair is from this conversion set by @loree-sims4, and the cabinet is actually a recolor that I made specifically for this room. It requires Get Together, and I only did a few swatches, but I’d be happy to share it if you’d like!

You Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?


I’m carrying a ballpoint with me at all times now. Had to jot down some quick notes while making a small repair, so I grabbed what I assumed was a charmed self-inking quill out of the far back of an old (and surprisingly pink) cabinet in storage.

Now I have “2 5e Ethernet extensions, Huff dorm” scared into the back of my hand.