Wright, Genesis, Vex and Gray. (Short Story)
- Sydney
- Dec 3, 2013
- 3 min read
(TRIGGER WARNING - suicide)
Alex sat in the quiet, dark room, balling his hands into fists and occasionally trying to relax by throwing his hands into his hair, running them softly through it.
Viktor sat shaking in the corner, whimpering with small tears falling down his face past the frown that had almost permanently been fixed there. He has his arms wrapped tight around his knees, softly rocking back and forth.
Casper sat beside Viktor, telling him to stop crying because 'everything's all right.' He spoke to Viktor in an in a hushed, soft, almost maternal tone.
Robin just stood. Robin stood in the middle of everything that was happening. She looked calm and collected, yet everyone in the room knew she wasn't. Her head was buzzing with ideas and changing emotions.
These teenagers looked like the stages of grief.
Robin representing denial,
Alex representing anger,
Viktor representing depression,
and Casper representing acceptance.
However, I am sad to say, this is not the case. The story of these children must be told truthfully. These children deal with something much greater than grief. They are constantly battling with their own mind, own hormones, their own personalities. The four teenagers dealt with bigger demons:
Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, and Bipolar Disorder.
They have been outcasted because of these. Society had shunned them because they were different.
Alex's depression was a battlefield in his mind. He has had extremely low self-esteem, it had made him angry that he did.
"If I can't do anything right, why do I try." And with that thought, a single tear dropped down his cheek. He knew he wasn't as tough as he pretended to be, but he did it for the others. He quickly wiped away the tear and asked Viktor if he was okay.
Viktor, however, was in the middle of a panic attack. He got them all the time now, it scared him half to death. He felt helpless and afraid, and even though he heard Alex's words of kindness, he could not reply. He tried to say no, but not a peep would come out. All he could do was cry.
Casper saw the fear and helplessness on Viktor's face and had to excuse himself. It was too hard to see the suffering on Viktor's face. Casper was sexually assaulted multiple times when he was only 10. Though he is 16 now, Viktor's expression triggered his PTSD and he started to sob.
Robin watched Casper cross her path, she wondered is he was okay. Though she had bipolar disorder, she felt nothing. All the other teens in the room showed signs of mental illnesses, but, she felt and showed nothing. At most she felt numb. She just was to disappear.
They all wanted to disappear.
"Now's the time," Robin said clapping her hands together.
Viktor slowly downed every pill in the orange bottle.
Casper pulled on a thick rope, securing a noose at the end.
Robin chugged the liquid from the cup in her hand. It was clear and smelt of ammonia.
The three teens looked at Alex expectantly.
"I'm sorry," Alex said starting to blubber.
"Robin, Casper, Viktor, I'm sorry, I'm too scared." He had dropped the rope in his hand.
"I've always acted strongly for you, b-but, I can't do it. This is for you own good." He pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1.
"Hello? I need an ambulance, there's been three suicide's here, yeah a suicide pact." Alex said.
"Alex wait- what are you doing." Viktor tried to grab the phone, but he was too weak.
"Yeah, my name is Alexander Wright. I'm 17."
"1420 Kingsdale Road."
"Their names are Viktor Genesis, Casper Vex, and Robin Gray."
"Between 14 and 17 years old."
"Bleach, uh umm hanging himself, and uh pills."
"Please hurry." He said with urgency in his voice.
Within a matter of minutes, police had come to assist the kids and whisk them away on gurneys. Sadly, only Viktor and Alex made it. They had been too late for Robin and Casper. The whole school cried for them. But they were the ones who caused it. They were the ones who killed them. Alex and Viktor could never forget that. Alex and Viktor would never let anyone forget it.
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