Rating: T
Warnings: Suicide/suicidal thoughts
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Disclaimer: I don't own SS

A/N: Finally, it seems as if the boys have returned from their summer trip to Jamaica and decided to help me write! XD Maybe now I can get started on my new chapters! :D

Richie pressed his foot down on the pedal and listened to the car engine roar louder as he pushed eighty mile per hour. It was almost three in the morning and Richie was trying desperately to reach his best friend before it was too late. He glanced at the clock and swore when he saw that it had been almost ten minutes since he began his frantic trip. He slammed his hand against the wheel in frustration, accelerated even more, and prayed that he wouldn't get pulled over.

"God damn it, Virgil!" Richie's heart was racing, as it had been for the past fifteen minutes. He was on high-alert, the conversation he had on the phone replaying in his head over and over again.

"Hello?"

"Richie?"

"Virgil? What's wrong? What time is it?"

"2:34."

"In the morning? Ugh, what's up?"

"…"

"V?"

"…"

"Virgil, you're starting to scare me."

"I… I love you, Richie. I'm sorry."

"Virgil, what are you talking about?"

"Goodbye."

"Virgil? Virgil! Answer me, V! What happened? Where are you?"

When no response had come, Richie had jumped into the car and made a beeline for Virgil's apartment in the next town over. He wasn't completely sure that Virgil would be there, but he was hoping. That's where Richie had found him the last time this happened…

Blood. So much blood…

Richie shook his head sharply. Now was not the time to be thinking about what happened in the past. He needed to focus on saving his best friend's life.

"Virgil! Virgil, where are you?"

Richie burst into the apartment and threw the spare key to the side. He called out for Virgil, but began to panic when he didn't hear a reply. He ran through the house, and finally found Virgil sitting on the floor in his bedroom, a gun resting in his hand.

Eyes wide, Richie swept into the room and snatched the gun away. He slid it across the floor and gathered Virgil into a hug.

"You're all right, Virgil," he said shakily. "I was so scared."

"I'm sorry, Richie," replied Virgil, his voice thick with tears. "I d-didn't mean t-to scare you."

"No, it's all right. I'm here now. It's going to be all right."

"I just— I'm s-so tired. Of everything, Richie."

"I know you are. I know you are."