Disclaimer: Don't own Static Shock

A/N: This has been on my computer for a while, was going to be part of a story- might still be one, just have to kick my brain back into gear. Been suffering major writer's block on SS. Kinda like trying to leave your house and slaming into a big cement barricade and looking up find FBI and police in helicopters with those flood lights, yelling down at you, "You are not allowed beyond this point. Put the pen down and step back inside."


To Understand


Virgil-

Virgil's dead.

You don't know why you're having such a hard time grasping this, why you can't wrap your mind around it, can't comprehend this phrase.

Virgil, that word you know. He'd be in the dictionary under guy friend, goofy grins, bad puns and purple. He's fun and summer movie fests and just plain Virgil, who's dead. But…

Dead- adj. to have died.You thought you knew death. That somehow reading in books and horror movies lead to comprehension of "dead." But…

You don't really understand until you've heard it. Until Daisy's trailed off with that hopeless look on her face as it filled the oppressive silence and even though she never finished you heard it all the same. "Virgil…he's-he's….." Dead. But….

You can't know it, can't have it deep in you're soul until you've thought it your self.- stared at faces and walls, empty beds without it hitting you and then it does, and the world spins. Round and round, all you can think is dead. Virgil's really really dead, six feet under, never coming back dead. Never gonna laugh or joke or do anything dead. And you know that's what dead is, dead. But….

You don't hate it until you've screamed it, until the empty night shakes with rage and grief as the stars trembled at the sound that leaves only a heartbroken echo:

Dead.


I'm begging for reviews. Please?