No

WARNING: Major character death, suicide, self harm, angst

It was supposed to be a fun trip.

It was supposed to just be a day out.

How did it go so wrong?

I feel the tears run down my face as I stare down at the stones.

Virgil Sanders

1989-2020

Loved son, brother and boyfriend

Roman Sanders

1989-2020

Gone but not forgotten

They don't think the others will survive. Logan's in a coma. Janus lost his arm from the elbow down, and lost a lot of blood. He's on life support. Remus broke every bone in his right arm and several ribs. One of the bone shards pierced his lung. He's not expected to live another week.

I got off lucky. I only broke my arm and leg, no long-term damage. Why? Why couldn't I have died like the others, I don't want to live without them! Why did I have to survive?

I turn around and go home.

I pull out my razor.

I push it into my skin.

This is what they felt, a hundredfold.

It's not fair.

I throw the razor down and just let my arm drip.

My phone begins to ring.

My mouth dries out. I pick up.

"Hello?"

"Is this Patton Sanders?"

"Yes..."

"I regret to inform you.. Logan and Remus Sanders have passed away."

Tears begin to fall down my face. No, no, no, NO...

"I'm sorry for your loss, we tried our best but they didn't make it."

"Okay.. Thank you for telling me.." That's all I can manage. I hit End Call and throw my phone away.

NO

This all went so wrong.

It's all his fault.

He was drunk driving.

He hit us.

He killed four of my best friends and put the fifth on life support.

I'll never forgive him.

I pick up a pen.

Pick up a piece of paper.

And begin to write.

Janus, if you survive, I'm sorry.

I can't handle it without everyone else.

I'm joining them.

If you do read this, I'm sorry to leave you in this world alone.

But I can't take it.

I'm ending it, and I hope I'll see you soon.

Goodbye.

I fold up the letter, place it in an envelope on the table, label it Janus and leave the room.

I leave the house, taking nothing with me but my keys.

I walk to the bridge nearby.

And look over the edge.

It's a long drop.

I wouldn't survive that.

I smile as I climb over the railing.

I stare down at the water and rocks below me.

Take a deep breath.

Look to the heavens.

"I'm coming, guys."

And jump.

Back in his house, unbeknownst to Patton, his phone began to ring.

It rang and rang, eventually giving way to voicemail.

"Hello, Patton Sanders? I regret to tell you but Janus Sanders has just passed away as well. I am sorry for your loss. Please call the hospital soon."