Back wit anotha one! (Don't know why I like saying that.)

McSgwizzle: Can I just say when I read the first four words of your review I literally lmao'ed lol And it's totally fine with the reviews; most of my favorite authors are inactive as well and it's a real drag so, review to your heart's content!

pervertedlemon: Degrassi is literally one of my favorite shows; I've literally seen every episode of the franchise except for The Kids of Degrassi Street cuz I was obsessed with how good the show was, so a lot of my inspiration for this fic sort of came from Degrassi. Too bad it's canceled though...poo.

Cosmo was going to end his life the eve of the day he was born eighteen years ago.

Folding the note he just wrote, he dragged himself off the ground and set the note by his phone on the nightstand. He reached for his phone, finding two missed texts from Spike, and held the power button on his phone, shutting it down.

He set the phone back onto the nightstand and hovered over to the dresser, retrieving the ring of his late father. He stared as the crystalized stone sparkled in the gleam of moonlight shining through his window, observing its beauty before he gently laid it back inside its resting place, never to be seen again. Without a second glance, Cosmo floated to his door, and he exited his bedroom for the last time.

Floating down the stairs, Cosmo leaned over the rail to see his mother asleep on the couch. Depending on how tired she was, the drone of the TV lulled her to sleep instead of her pills, and instead of her watching TV, the TV would watch her. He hovered down the rest of the stairs over to the couch and used the quilt that was hanging over the couch to lay onto his mother, tucking in the sides so she was nice and snug.

When he was done, he stared at her for a moment, taking in the peaceful view. He forced himself not to cry in efforts not to wake her, realizing this was the last time he would see her face. He floated closer to her and ever so gently brushed a finger down her cheek. She squirmed slightly but never rose from her slumber. Seeing as how he'd never have another chance to do so, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. He whispered that he loved her, and he turned away to float back upstairs to the bathroom.

Flipping the light switch, Cosmo entered the bathroom and set the lock from the inside as he closed the door. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he went straight for the medicine cabinet, unclasping the door. He grabbed the bottle of pills and examined its contents. There didn't appear to be many left, maybe about fifteen. He couldn't do the math, but he assumed fifteen pills at 400 mg each would do the trick.

With pill bottle in hand, he flew to lean back against the wall of the bathroom and slid down to a seat on the floor. His eyes cried harder, taking in the gravity of what he was about to do. Why did it come to this?

He wiped his nose with his sleeve, forgetting it was broken. He whimpered from the pain, more tears brimming. He attempts to twist the cap, also forgetting that he had to push down first in order to unlock the cap. It took a few tries and grunts of frustration before he figured out to push down on the lid and twist, hearing the 'snap' that the seal was broken. He set the cap on the floor in front of him and stared into the bottle, knowing there was no turning back. He couldn't chicken out now, he had to do it! Otherwise, he'd just continue to be a nuisance in other people's lives.

Forcing himself not to think about it any further, he leaned back with the bottle to his mouth, ingesting its contents. With a mouth full of pills, he struggled swallowing all of them at once. As the taste of chalk settled on his tongue, Cosmo rose from the floor to the sink and used the empty bottle as a cup. He turned the faucet to fill the bottle with water and washed all fifteen pills down his throat, followed by a sounding 'gulp', before he turned the faucet to stop the running water.

The deed had been done.

Now for the waiting game.

Hovering back to the wall of the bathroom, Cosmo lay flat on the title facing the sink, setting the empty bottle next to its cap. He brought his knees to his chest and hugged himself over his chest. His body rocked with hitched sobs, closing his eyes to stop the burning. He knew he'd be better off dead, yet for some reason, ingesting all those pills didn't make him feel gratified. He wasn't making a mistake, he wanted this!

…so why did he not feel free?

Mama Cosma's eyes slowly opened, squinting from the glare of her TV screen. She blinked a few times before it clicked in her mind that, once again, she had fallen asleep with the TV on. With a tired groan, she stretched her arm to grab the TV remote and pressed the red button, blackening the screen. In the same vein, she reached for her cell phone, reading '10:30pm' across her home screen. Whelp, those sleeping pills will come in handy to help her sleep through the night so her schedule isn't completely thrown off.

At first, she didn't realize that she had a quilt over until after she lifted herself to a sitting position. That was odd. She didn't remember having a blanket over her before she dozed off.

It was then she assumed Cosmo had come downstairs, probably going to the fridge for a snack since he skipped dinner. Wow, she didn't hear a peep out of him. Either he was that quiet or she was that out of it.

Speaking of her son, she should probably go check on him.

She rose from the sofa and folded quilt before resting it back on top of the cushion. Grabbing her phone, she used the brightness of the screen as her guide to the stairs since the moonlight shining from the widows only reached just passed the couch. She hovered up the stairs and went straight to her son's bedroom on the left. She knocked quietly a few times, unsure if he was asleep or not, and twisted the doorknob to go inside.

She entered the room with no sign of her son anywhere. She figured he couldn't have snuck off; his skateboard was downstairs, his backpack sprawled on the ground, and his phone was right there on the nightstand…

Next to a note.

Out of growing curiosity, Mama Cosma floated over to the note on the nightstand. She read 'To Mama' on the front, realizing it was from Cosmo. Confused, she opened the note and scanned the words written in black ink. It took her until she read the paragraph about his father before she put the pieces to the puzzle.

Fleeing from her son's room, she flew straight to the bathroom, seeing the light was on from under the door. When she struggled to twist the doorknob, she used her wand to poof off the lock and shoved the door so she could enter. What she saw next drained the color from her face…

"COSMO!" Mama Cosma rushed over to her son on the floor. His eyes sunk shut and his face had grown pale. She shook him multiple times in attempts to wake him, yet Cosmo's eyes never opened. Her eyes darted over to the emptied pill bottle, and her heart sank.

Frantic, Mama Cosma took her phone and dialed 9-1-1.

Alewandro floated into the school the next day, saying goodbye to Juanita as she flew off to meet her friend Starr. He flew down the corridors and turned the first corner to find Susie and Wanda at their lockers. Taking a deep breath, he floated over to them, catching their attention.

"Hola, bonita." Alewandro kissed his girlfriend 'good morning.'

"Hey, beau." Susie welcomed, yet there was a tint of sadness in her voice.

Alewandro assumed she was still affected by the events from the day before, kissing her again in attempts to cheer her up. He turned to Wanda who was leaning against her locker, looking down towards her forearm she rubbed. "Hola, Wanda." Alewandro greeted, though Wanda didn't look at him. "¿Cómo estás?"

"Not okay." Wanda muttered, Susie staring at her with concern.

Since Alewandro had Wanda's number, she was aware that Juandissimo was grounded which is why he hadn't answered any of her texts. He could have also relayed Juandissimo's message to her, but he'd promised him he'd tell her in person, so he saved it for this moment.

"Juandissimo wanted me to tell you…" Alewandro began, scratching the back of his head from his nerves. "…he is sorry if he scared you…yesterday."

Wanda lifted her solemn gaze towards him, continuing to rub her arm. "Thank you, Alewandro…but…" Wanda paused, shaking her head. "…that's not the only reason why I'm not okay."

"Attention all students, faculty, and staff!" Principal Muggle announced over the intercoms, gaining the attention of everyone within earshot. "Report to the auditorium immediately! I repeat, all students, faculty, and staff report to the auditorium, immediately!"

The trio stared quizzically at one another, following the heard of students as they traveled towards the auditorium.

As students took their seats throughout the auditorium, Alewandro held Susie's hand down the aisle, Wanda following quietly behind. They took the first three empty seats to the right of the aisle, six rows from where they entered. Wanda took her seat on the end of the row next to Susie when she saw Spike on the other side of the aisle, texting on his phone. She could see the irritation in his eyes, like something was seriously bothering him.

"May I have your attention, please!?"

Principal Muggle stood inches away from the mobile podium microphone, silencing the endless chatter from the crowd in front of him. He waited for confirmation that the audience was listening before he continued. "It has been brought to my attention from the local hospital, that last night, a student at this school attempted suicide."

A few murmurs rose from the crowd, followed by 'shhhhs' so that the principal could continue.

"It has also been brought to my attention…that the student who attempted suicide, is 12th grader…Cosmo Cosma."

As teachers attempted to silence the rupture of stunned, cynical, and blasé voices in the crowd, Wanda's heart dropped like an anchor.

"This assembly…" Principal Muggle continued over the babble and gossip. "…is to remind everyone, that if at any point, you feel upset, distressed, or hopeless, that our licensed counselors are available during all school hours."

Alewandro turned to Susie as she allowed Wanda to sob on her shoulder, Susie rubbing her shoulders as she cried.

"Suicide is not the answer." Principal Muggle voiced. "And if you feel as if you wish to die, do not act on a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Always reach out to someone you trust first, and if they can't help you, reach out to the dedicated Fairy World Suicide Hotline."

Susie saw Spike out the corner of her eye, watching him flee from his seat and burst through the doors of the auditorium. "Alewandro," Susie turned to her boyfriend. "watch Wanda for me, please?"

Alewandro nodded in understanding, and Susie consoled Wanda, telling her Alewandro was going to sit next to her while she left to do something. Wanda shifted in her seat, bending over with her face in her palms, as Susie rose up from her seat and floated over Wanda towards the doors. Alewandro took the seat next to Wanda and leaned over to comfort her by reminding her everything would be okay as he rubbed her back, Susie soon bursting through the auditorium doors.

Susie entered into the halls and found Spike sitting on the floor against a row of lockers, hands squeezing his temples as his forehead rested on his knees.

"Spike?" Susie called out, careful in her approach as she flew over to him. She didn't want to startle him, but she wanted him to know he wasn't alone.

Spike didn't respond, keeping his head low. Susie hovered in front of him and kneeled down to his level. "Are you okay?"

"Leave me alone!"

Susie jumped from Spike's eruption, though it didn't scare her enough to heed his request. "Cosmo's my friend too, y'know." Susie reminded sternly, unaffected by Spike's glare. "I'm just as upset as you ar-"

"Yeah, right!" Spike interrupted. "The last time you even spoke to him, you told him to get lost, so how the heck can you call him your friend when you haven't seen him at his lowest!"

"And how can you call him your friend when you couldn't stop him from ending his life?!" Susie disputed, crossing her arms. "If you saw him at his lowest, then you must've seen the warning signs, so why didn't you try to help him!?"

"Don't you think I feel bad about that, already?!" Spike cried, Susie's hardened demeanor immediately softened by the subtle crack in his voice. "I'm already beating myself up for being such a terrible friend, so I don't need the third degree from you!"

Susie never saw Spike so emotional, and here he was sitting before her with tears in his cobalt-blue eyes. She knew Spike cared about Cosmo, but his way of expressing it wasn't always so clear. "I'm sorry, Spike…" Susie apologized, Spike covering his teary eyes with his hands. "…I didn't mean…"

"Save it." Spike mumbled, muffling his sobs. He wasn't about to sit here and cry like no baby. "Ion' need your pity…"

"Spike…" Susie sighed, rolling her eyes. "…blaming and feeling sorry for yourself isn't gonna help Cosmo now."

"I already freaking know that…"

"Okay, so you have to focus on what you can do for Cosmo now." Susie explained, taking her seat next to Spike. "Principal Muggle said Cosmo attempted. That means he's still alive, Spike!"

Spike lifted his head and turned to Susie, creasing his brow. "What are you getting at?"

"If Cosmo's still alive," Susie further explained, keeping her tone collected. "then you can be there for him and do what you can to help him from now on."

Spike lowered his gaze, taking in her words. Susie observed the gears turning in his head, questioning calmly "Have you heard anything from his mother?"

Spike cleared his throat, wiping his eyes with his arm. "She sent me a text right before the assembly." Spike answered. "All it said was 'Cosmo's in the hospital; something terrible happened.' I was texting her, asking her what happened, and that's when he made the announcement…"

Susie nodded, forming her next question. "Are you going to the hospital?"

"I planned on it first chance I got…" Spike replied, checking his phone for any new messages from Mama Cosma.

This led Susie to her next question. "Can Wanda and I come with you?"

Spike sprung from his seat on the ground, shoving his phone back inside his pocket, having received no new messages. He turned to Susie, glaring as he muttered "You guys haven't given a care in forever, so why care now…"

Susie was about to refute his argument, but Spike had already zoomed down the halls in the opposite direction.

"I can't believe this!" Blonda complained, strolling the halls with Ruby and Treveston on both sides. "Rodeo and Jupiter was canceled over some idiot who couldn't take his own life! Only because the play has one suicide scene at the end of the play!"

When Drama Club met during second period, Mrs. Ravenclaw had informed the group of Principal Muggle's decision to cancel all production of the play, fearing that the subject matter may be triggering to some students. Mrs. Ravenclaw argued the case that 1) it was a fictional story with fictional characters, and 2) life shouldn't stop because of one person, but it was hard to convince Principal Muggle otherwise once his mind was made up.

"Ditto!" Ruby agreed. "All those acting lessons and you don't even get to show them off!"

"Not only that." Treveston added. "But instead of Drama Club having two plays this semester, we'll only get to have one! And the one we had already wasn't nearly as good as the one Rodeo and Jupiter was gonna be!"

"This is ridiculous!" Blonda griped as the group stopped by her locker. "I was looking forward to my last high school play, but that bozo took that away and then some!"

"Almost kinda wish he'd succeeded…" Treveston aloofly admitted. "Wouldn't be our problem anymore."

"That's the most careless thing I've ever heard you say!" Ruby criticized as Blonda transferred books from her locker to her backpack. "Plus, if that were the case, Principal Muggle would've canceled the play before he even made an announcement!"

"I just want this day to be over." Blonda grumbled, zipping her backpack. "It can't possibly get any worse!"

Oh, but it can. And it did.

Luther turned the corner of the hall with Bozo and Dyno beside him, also conversing about the announcement from earlier that morning, when Luther spotted Treveston with Ruby and Blonda. His blood instantly boiled at the scene, having not forgotten about their little exchange from just a few days prior.

Without hesitation, Luther flew to Treveston and shoved him by the shoulders, catching the girls off guard. "Ion' know how many times I gotta tell you!" Luther flew closer to Treveston's face, floating less than an inch away. "Lay off hollerin' at my girl!"

"And I don't know how many times I have to tell you!" Blonda jerked Luther by his sleeve, pulling him away from Treveston. "Treveston and I are just friends!"

"You know how pathetic you are?" Treveston scoffed, humored by the rage in Luther's eyes. "Blonda deserves a real man. Much like myself."

Treveston's insult was followed by a right hook to the face, followed by yet another crowd of nosy bystanders.

"You little weasel!" Luther yanked Treveston by his collar, annoyed by the bloody smirk in Treveston's lips. "I'm sick of you!"

Blonda groaned, deciding enough was enough. She flew in between the two and shoved Luther one way while she pushed Treveston another out of Luther's grip. Blonda scowled at Luther as she yelled "And I'm sick of you!"

The crowd mumbled amongst themselves as Luther returned her scowl. "What's that supposed to mean!?"

"You have enough brain cells to figure it out!" Blonda slighted, crossing her arms. "I'm done with you, and you're done with me! It's over, Luther!"

Ruby was just as surprised as Bozo and Dyno, and they were just as flabbergasted as the crowd. Blonda and Luther? The couple? Broken up?!

Luther was a loss for words, astonishment in his eyes as Blonda kept her glare. Did she really just break up with him?! All because he was trying to keep some punk from flirting with her?! Fine, then. If that's what she wanted, that's what she'll get.

"Hmph, guess you're free then." Luther puffed his chest, masking his hurt ego. "Free to go suck his coc-"

Luther's cheek stung from the smack of Blonda's palm, creating groans from onlookers. "Screw you, Luther!"

Cupping his cheek, Luther held his glower, unmoved by the fresh tears glossing Blonda's fuchsia orbs. What right did she have to cry when she's the one breaking up with him!? How does he know Blonda wasn't sleeping with this guy anyway?! Judging by how 'friendly' they were, that assumption wouldn't be much of a speculation.

Completely done with the entire situation, Luther hovered to Treveston as he held his swollen cheek, commenting coldly "Good luck dealin' with a good-for-nothin' slut" before flying away passed the crowd, Bozo and Dyno soon to follow. Treveston's eyes like daggers shot in Luther's direction while Ruby flew to Blonda, hugging her as she began to cry.

Yeah, initially, Blonda dated Luther for his peen. No secret there. But, the longer she knew Treveston, the more she realized she wanted more than just peen. She wanted companionship, true affection, something she shared more with Treveston, something Luther just couldn't provide, hence the slow yet consistent downward spiral of their relationship. A solid three years of her life, down the drain. All because of jealousy.

Now this day definitely couldn't get any worse.

Rays of mid-afternoon sun settled on their skin as Wanda and Susie reached the grand structure of glass-covered towers of white concrete, decorated with pink clouds as shrubs. The signature yellow crown with red cross insignia floated high above the roof, with red steel letters of the word 'Hospital' bolted onto the roof of the hospital entrance.

Susie turned to her friend, observing the dread in her eyes. Based on how much of an impact it had, Susie had asked Wanda if she wanted to go see Cosmo at the hospital. Wanda's heart was conflicted; she wanted to hate him for what he said to her the day before, yet, as much as she didn't want, another part of her still deeply cared for him. She kept telling herself "The Cosmo that insulted her wasn't the Cosmo she knew him to be." Despite this, his words still cut deep.

In telling herself the Cosmo from yesterday wasn't the real Cosmo, it pained her to hear the news of his attempt. She could imagine the mindset he must have been in to commit the same act his father succeeded in all those years ago, and she truly felt sorry for him. Though Susie and Wanda learned later on of Cosmo's coma, Wanda felt the need to see for herself. She needed to know he was still alive, even if he was alive in a physical sense.

"Wanda?"

Wanda blinked as her friend stared at her in concern.

"…do you still wanna go through with this?"

She hugged herself tighter, her eyes fixed on the building most people feared. "I do…but, I'm worried about Cosmo's mother."

Susie knew that wasn't the only thing Wanda was worried about, just the biggest thing. "Don't worry." Susie rested a friendly hand on Wanda's shoulder. "If things go south, I got your back."

Wanda nodded in assurance, though she still wasn't confident. Taking a deep breath, Wanda hovered quietly next to Susie towards the entrance.

As they entered the hospital, they examined the TV in the high east corner playing as background noise in areas of less than comfortable padded armless chairs on either side of the central front desk. Some fairies were seen sweating and shivering as if fighting a fever, some fairies groaning in pain from dislocations or irritable abrasions. There were a few fairies that appeared to be distressed, possibly for their loved ones currently being treated or in some sort of surgery, while some fairies either leaned their heads on the back of the chairs or lay across a row of them, lost in the dreams of exhaustion.

Wanda and Susie hovered to the front desk where they were greeted by a stressed-out receptionist. "Can I help you?" She inquired, a little too impatiently.

"We're here to see a friend." Susie explained, ignoring the attitude they were met with. "Cosmo Cosma?"

"Date of birth?"

Susie relayed the full date to the receptionist as she typed into the hospital database, Wanda realizing that they were visiting Cosmo on his birthday.

"Room 205."

"Thank you." Susie thanked as she motioned Wanda to follow her towards the elevators.

When the doors of the elevator slid apart, Wanda and Susie exited to the sign 'ICU' hanging from the roof. They floated along the corridors, wall of glass leading out into Fairy World to their left and room numbers to their right. They could peer inside the rooms from their glass doors, so when they saw 'ICU 205' painted onto a glass door, they had a preview of Cosmo's condition.

Multiple IVs prodded through the veins of both of his arms, and wires stuck out from the collar of hospital gown, hooked to a heart monitor. A band laced around his head to support the clear cylindrical tube lodged in his throat, attached to a railroad track of tubes hooked to a ventilator with an oxygen level display across the screen. Mama Cosma sat in a chair on one side of Cosmo's bed closest to the window, facing her son as she caressed his lifeless hand, while Spike sat with his arms folded in a chair on the other closest to the door, staring at Cosmo's comatose body.

Susie, saddened by the sight, turned to Wanda, watching the tears brimming in her eyes. "We can turn back, Wanda." Susie reminded, Wanda's stare fixed on Cosmo's sunken eyes. "If it's too much…"

"No…" Wanda blinked back her tears, taking another deep breath. "…I can do this."

Taking her cue, Susie hovered to the handle and slid the door open, gaining the attention of the conscious occupants of the room.

Mama Cosma scowled upon the sight of Susie and Wanda, more specifically at the sight of Wanda. When Spike asked the girls why they were here, Mama Cosma placed her son's hand back to his side and sprung from her seat. "Absolutely not!" Mama Cosma voiced, hovering from the opposite side of the hospital bed to face Wanda. "She can't be here!"

"Wanda has every right to be here!" Susie defended, floating in front of her friend. "You don't control who enters and who leaves!"

"My Cosmo lo-lo is fighting for his life!" Mama Cosma contested. "This would have never happened if he never met the lights of her!"

Wanda creased her brow; she couldn't just stand there and let her treat her like this. Since the opportunity presented itself, she will absolutely tell this witch about herself.

"Your son wasn't so depressed until you beat him out of a relationship he didn't want to leave!" Wanda argued, willing herself not to back down. "You didn't care how miserable he was until it was too late!"

Mama Cosma didn't appreciate this girl's tone, nor did she appreciate her construed opinions. "It's your fault he lied to me in the first place!" Mama Cosma debated, floating closer into Wanda's face. "He never dared to disobey me before he met a nuisance like you!"

"He wouldn't have had to lie if you weren't so controlling!"

"You Fairywinkles always place the blame on someone else when you are the real troublemakers!"

"I'm placing the blame?!" Wanda refuted, glaring into Mama Cosma's grimace. "You can't even see how you made your son want to die! How can you sit on your high horse and hate someone you barely know?!"

"I know enough to know my son was a fool for getting involved with trash like you!"

"STOP!"

Spike held Mama Cosma back from Wanda, while Susie held Wanda back from Mama Cosma.

"Will you two stop arguing!?" Spike grilled, speaking to both Wanda and Mama Cosma. "Cosmo wouldn't want this!"

"For once, I agree with Spike!" Susie seconded, turning to Mama Cosma. "This is getting nowhere!"

"Humor me." Mama Cosma scoffed towards Wanda, hands on her hips. "Does that boyfriend of yours know his 'loving and loyal' girlfriend is here, visiting the ex she's still obsessed with?"

Wanda's grimace changed to that of a wounded warrior. Mama Cosma smirked teasingly, believing she had won. Overwhelmed with emotions, Wanda turned away and fled out of the room. Susie called after her, chasing her down the hall, while Spike turned to Mama Cosma with a glare of annoyance.

In a morbid way, Spike was glad Cosmo wasn't conscious to witness any of what transpired; his birthday would have been more horrible than it already was.

This plot is unraveling like crazy and I've lost my entire mind.

This chapter was so depressing to write...but what can I say, I'm an angsty kind of gal.

Also, editing this in as I forgot to mention this in the original upload (cuz I actually do care): If you're feeling suicidal or have suicidal thoughts, don't be afraid to reach out. Trust me, as someone who's had similar thoughts and feelings, it's not something you should keep to yourself. Reach out to anyone you can trust, or, of course, the suicide hotline 800-273-8255. As cliché as it is, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Your life is precious, don't ever forget that.

Okay soap box over.