Viktor Yukovic: Into Oblivion

This piece is because of an old story about two boys who were dating, and comforting each other because they had had a bad day. This piece is part of a continuing series that looks at the students in the same class as the boys.

"You are the light in my life." He told me softly as he shook up the bottles. "And now you will be my light for eternity."
I nodded, going along with it. It was my idea. "Romeo to your Juliet?" I asked, chewing on some of my hair.
Robby grinned and nodded. "You're adorable, Vicky."
My name is Viktor Yukovic. I'm from a Czech family. I'm eighteen, in my last year of secondary school, and I am sad. So very, very sad. Family have recently died in a road traffic accident. My only friend in the world is my boyfriend, Robby.

He is holding two large bottles. Litre bottles of vodka. "Will it work?" I ask. He stares intently into a bottle. Another egg hits the window and I whimper. The arseholes around this town who never leave me alone for who I am. They hate us both so much they wouldn't care if we died today.
Robin nods. "Five different lethal substances mixed in with vodka. If the five poisons don't work, a litre of vodka will."
"Can that kill you then?"
"Half a litre can. You just have to down it, don't mind the taste, just keep drinking until it runs dry."
I nodded, tears in my eyes. Loren and his gang are outside the window. My bin is full of death threats. I can't take it. I've tried everything to avoid reality, but it isn't working. It never had a chance. I took my bottle and unscrewed the lid. "On three?"
"On three."

Maybe a little background is needed. I am in love with Robin, but the boys in our school despise us for it, for being gay. Robin's family threw him out and disowned him. The other boys at school, especially Loren, Domingo, Terrance, Bernard and Juan, they're awful. The constant harassment, threats, beatings, chasings, muggings, teasings, the isolation, names they call us, horrible things they do and say we deserve...

My family always told me to just suck it up. All of them did, because they've never been threatened with rape and death by classmates. No matter how many numbers I block or how many social network accounts I delete, they still get them to me. Taped to the inside of my locker, in my shoes, on my seat, slid under the doors of bathroom stalls. I'm not sure if Robby gets these too or not. No-one I tell takes it seriously. They say I should stop telling tales or crying over nothing. No one believes me. No one cares. No one but Robby.

So if nothing can be done, we'll take the only action we feel is left to us.
"One," I whisper, raising the bottle.
"Two," Robby continued, taking a deep breath.
"Three." I lifted the bottle to my mouth and tried not to gag at the taste of alcohol and chemicals. I did as told, doing my best to drink down all of it. Robby failed, turning to throw up over my pristine white carpet. He then fell off the bed, clutching his stomach. Halfway through. There was an awful pain in my own belly, and I knew I was going to be sick soon as well. My vision starts clouding over, and I see Robby's hand twitching violently. I drop the bottle and crawl to him. He appears unconscious and is having a seizure. I drop to his side, stroke his hair with clumsy hands. I fall, joining him in lying in a puddle of vomit, add a little of my own to the puddle and weakly attempt to cuddle him. My last loving action to my love.

Entering the darkness is like falling out of bed. Quick, and ending with a whumph of air. Then all is dark and cold and even the feeling of Robin is gone, his twitching form out of my arms.

My name was Viktor Kazimir Leos Yukovic. I lived to eighteen years old. I died from ingesting lethal substances with my boyfriend, because the rejection we faced was too much for us. I'll never know if I made the right choice, but I died in the arms of my lover, and now sit in the realms of oblivion.