The Man He Could Have Saved (chatroom homestuck fanfic)

This is an actual chat I had with someone on trollplay(.)net. I didn't change anything in it, besides bolding what I wrote so it's easier to tell who's talking. it's all just what we came up with on the spur of the moment in a chat room. This is a really depressing homestuck on the spot fanfiction, so be warned, it's kinda dark. (I was crying while writing it actually..)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Credit for the other part goes to whoever I was chatting with.

▼: (( Warning! Attempt of suicide! Any character welcome. )) So this is what it had all came to. John Egbert, only 16 and a half years old, was sitting on the edge of a bridge and watched his legs dangle over the 200ft drop into icy cold water. He just stared down at it, glaring silently, as if the swirling darkness was the cause of all his troubles and yet, ironically, it would be the ultimate end to his problems if he took the leap. With a shaky sigh, he ran a thin, frail hand through his damp black hair. Before coming here, he had gotten into a fight with his father. He loved his father dearly but.. in all honesty, he just cared too much for John. He was going to feel guilty for doing this to him, but he just couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much. He jolted slightly when his phone rang, and he paused for a couple moments. He didn't want to check it, almost afraid to know who was texting him. John just wanted to be left alone, and to just disappear. Yet, he was also human and curious as to what this person had to say. He took his phone out of his pocket, biting his lip as he answered. H-hello..?
▲: "John. Where are you?"
▼: ..I'm at home, why do you ask?
▲: "You're not a very good liar. Seriously. Where are you?"
▼: I'm at home Dave, Why?
▲: "Like shlt you are, Egbert."
▼: What do you want?
▲: "I came to visit you, and found a suicide note. What the fvck man."
▲: "Where are you?"
▼: ...you're in Washington..?
▲: "No, I came to visit you in your other house in Kansas."
▲: "Of course I am, you idiot!"
▼: D-Dave, I.. I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. He hung up and took a deep, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair again, looking up.
▲: "FVCK" Dave exclaimed, throwing down his phone in frustration. He ran out of John's house and through the Washington streets. He couldn't let his best bro do this.
▼: After some more deep thinking, he couldn't take the stress and pressure anymore. He stood up and felt the wind blow against his face, feeling like needles. It was in the middle of Winter, almost a week before Christmas. That way John's dad wouldn't have to waste any money on him for presents, and he spread his arms out wide.
▲: Dave turned another corner, coming to a bridge over a river. John was stand ding on the edge, arms outstretched, ready to jump. He sprinted, air tearing out of his lungs as he attempted to reach the distraught boy.
▲: "John!!!" he called desperately, hoping the other male could hear his scream.
▼: John whipped his head at the direction of the scream. His eyes widened when he saw Dave, his foot was already moving to make the jump. He wanted this. He wanted it so badly. To feel the icy cold water engulf him as his lungs and heart started working. He just didn't want to think, and he started falling forward.
▲: "John! YOU FVCKING DERP!!" Dave raced toward John, but it was futile, the boy was already falling from the edge. Dave reached him only in time for his hand to graze the other's arm as he plummeted towards the icy water below.
▼: He did it. He actually did it. He was falling, falling, falling. Down and fast. A small, sad smile came onto his face as tears started flowing from his eyes. He was going to miss him. He was going to miss him out of all the others. When he hit the water, he gasped out, his lungs burning because he had been holding his breath. But.. he wasn't dead, why wasn't he dead. He was very disoriented, and cold, and when he floated back to the surface he couldn't help but to gasp for air. He may not have been dead, but he was very, very injured, floating aimlessly around, still breathing. It all hurt, everything hurt, everything was cold. Why wasn't he dead? Why? Oh no, he was going to die slowly, he didn't want this.. he saw Dave at the top of the bridge, his own eyes wide, lips turning blue as well as his fingertips and ears were as well.
▲: Dave was frozen for a moment, but only a few seconds as he saw John resurface. He was still alive. Dave ran down to the river bank, and quickly jumped into the water. The cold hit him like an iron clad punch, but he continued on through the water. He swam viciously through the murky waves of ice, searching for any hint John. He could see his messy black hair above the water, and swam for that. After a few moments, he'd reached the boy, and wrapping his own freezing arms around him he started towing him to shore. He felt the muck river bank beneath his shoes and pulled the now unconscious John up onto dry ground. His lips were blue and he didn't stir. "JOHN I SWEAR IF YOU DIE ON ME I WILL FVCKING KILL YOU!!" he yelled, but tears were freezing on his face even as he said it.
▼: John could hear him, but he just couldn't.. say anything. Or move. A few of his ribs had broken, as well as a dislocated shoulder and both of his legs being broken from the impact, and he had a neck sprain and contusion, a broken left arm, and his lip had busted open and blood was slowly dripping off his chin. He was cold, and his hair was sticking to his forehead, face paler than usual. He tried opening his mouth to talk, but he was in too much pain to do so.
▲: "Shlt!!" Dave hissed, wiping away his tears. He looked for John's cellphone, finding it in his pocket. Waterlogged. Why the fvck did he throw away his phone?? With no other options, he picked up his broken bro as carefully as he could and jogged with the boy in his arms to the nearest building. He knocked on the door loudly, urgently, waiting for someone, anyone who could help John. He couldn't lose him. A middle aged woman opened the door. "Yes?" she said, before shrieking at the sight of the sopping wet and freezing boys. "Call 911." Dave said and collapsed on the porch.
▼: John whimpered and coughed out a mix of water and blood as the ambulance came for them, taking John first, and then Dave into the ambulance. Sir, wake up! We have a few questions to ask you! They put a blanket on Dave's shoulders and gave him a warm water bottle, and a dry shirt as they hooked John up to a few machines in the ambulance, and a heart monitor. Then his line went flat.
▲: Dave watched in horror as the doctors attempted to bring John's pulse back. "Clear!" One of them shouted, then sent a wave of electricity through your friend's limp body. Nothing. They attempted this a few more times before declaring it futile. His best bro was dead. John Egbert was really gone. He could only stare at the dead body as the paramedics covered it in a blanket and hoisted it into the ambulance. No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go..he were supposed to surprise him by showing up at his doorstep, then the two of them would have an awesome time doing whatever! It wasn't supposed to end like this. Not like this. That was his last Thought as Dave Strider slipped back into unconsciousness.
▼: When Dave woke up next, he was in a hospital bed, not hooked up to any fancy machines. He didn't need them because he wasn't horrible injured like how John is. Was. How he was. Now he was just in the morgue, deciding on when they should call the boys father up, whether or not it should be after Dave wakes up. They needed the confirmation that he was John's father after all, and they needed the cause of death, though it looked like from jumping or being pushed off a bridge. A cop was awaiting by Dave's bed when he woke up.
▲: The officer asked Dave drouths of questions, and he answered them as best he could. But really he just didn't care anymore. Why should he? He'd failed. John died. The cop finished asking his questions and left him alone. Dave just sat in his hospital bed numbly, not even able to cry for his fallen friend.
▼: After awhile, there was a bursting through the doors and an all too familiar voice. John's father, Richard. He was outside Dave's hospital door, asking about John, no, demanding what had happened to him. After the doctor told him the terrible news, there was silence, then a loud thud as Richard punched a wall and let out a pained sob, falling on his knees and screaming at the doctors to try harder, to bring him back.
▲: The funeral was a few weeks later. Everyone approached the looming church building somberly, sitting down in their respective seats and waiting for it to end. Some sniffles into handkerchiefs, and other out on brave faces before the casket. At the burial, Dave was no where to be seen. He couldn't take the sight of John being buried. He simply holed himself up in his room and tried not to focus on the hole in his heart that John had once occupied. A few years later, he would bring himself to visit that grave. And he would fall to his knees and apologize for everything. For not being there when he needed him, and for not being on time even to save him. For not coming to say goodbye.
▼: Coincidentally, on that day, Rose had come to visit their old friend's grave as well. When she saw Dave there, she was surprised, he had no wanted to speak a word about John ever since his tragic death had happened. She knew Dave loved John, they were best friends, and it was incredibly selfish for John to have done that to him, to her, to even Jade. To his father. To everyone that cared and loved him. It was selfish and Rose was angry for the longest time, but she had stopped. It was no use. No use in holding a grudge for the dead. She wanted to tell Dave why. Why he had done it, because she was pretty sure Dave didn't know. Or even wanted to know. She went to Dave and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. I am so, so sorry Dave. It was terrible, I.. I understand, but.. if this is what he truly wanted, he's.. happier then, much happier than when he was living, what those kids did to him..
▲: Dave listened to her explain how John had been brutally bullied, growing more and more angry with each passing second, with both himself and John. Why hadn't he told him what was going on? Why didn't I notice? More tears slipped down past his shades onto the loose dirt of John's grave. "FVCKING HELL EGBERT!! WHY?? WHY THE FVCK DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING??" he fell onto his knees and elbows, hands in his hair and cried for a long time. "Why? Why?" he kept repeating, Rose kneeling beside him and caressing his head in a motherly fashion. After a while, he got the strength to get up and walked like a zombie away from the tear-stained grave. Goodbye, John Egbert.
▼: Rose decided to follow him, maybe even cook him dinner. David, do you mind if I spend the night? She asked quietly, just wanting to make sure he was okay. If it had been this long and he still wasn't coming to terms with it still, well, semi-terms, then.. Maybe she just needed to stay for a couple days and make sure he's okay. And.. he hadn't told you because he was embarrassed, Davis..
▼: David*
▲: Dave simply nodded, apathy over taking him. He didn't even bother to tell her to just call him Dave. Rose stayed with him for a while, but his mood never changed. He would occasionally have a flashback to that night, when John jumped into the river, and he would wake up in a cold sweat, crying uncontrollably as Rose would stroke his head until he'd fall back asleep. He was never truly healed though, he never thought of anything but John, the man he could have saved.