You Will Be Found (Treebros)

CHAPTER II

--WARNING--SELFHARM--IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT THEN MABEY DON'T READ--

3rd person P.O.V

Connor tried to navigate the corridors through his watery eyes. He hated crying. It made him feel weak and worthless. As if he didn't feel like that often enough anyway. Wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie he ran out of the building. He soon arrived at his house as it wasn't too far from the hell hole. Quickly making his way up the stairs, he was glad to find the house empty. He slammed the door to his room behind him and locked it just in case. Scrambling with his old black desk drawers he finally managed to get the second drawer open. He touched the bottom of the first drawer until he felt the cold metal against his fingertips. Ripping the blade from the tape he sat down on the bed and took in a slightly shaky breath. He pulled up his sleeve and dug the blade into his pale and already thoroughly scarred arm. He winced a bit at the pain but repeated the motion a few more times before hovering over his veins with the blade. Touching it to his wrist he prepared to give himself the finishing blow.

Right as he was about to move his hand, he heard the door open downstairs. Letting out a long sigh he pulled down his sleeve and stood up.

After returning his blade to its hiding place he opened the window. Feeling the cold breeze on his face he lit a cigarette. While sitting there he noticed the letter he had taken with him when storming out of the computer lab on his bed. Connor picked it up and decided to read through it. How much worse could it make him feel at that point anyway? He read through it a couple of times contemplating weather he wanted to kill the guy or felt sorry for him. ''Well... I guess he didn't really say anything 'creepy' '' He said to himself. After thinking about it for a while he desided against killing him and put out his smoke. He closed his window and grabbed his headphones from the table. Listening to his 'damn it I'm still alive' playlist he laid down on his bed and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes the music had stopped and it was dark outside. Turning on his back he stared at the ceiling. He could hear his sister singing in her room next to his. He had to admit she wasn't the worst. But he couldn't agree less with her song choices. Grabbing his phone he checked the time. ''Almost seven already?''. The others must have already eaten. They never waited for him. Standing up and taking his jacket he walked to his door.

As he descended the stairs and walked to the door his mom noticed him. ''Connor, aren't you going to eat?'' Connor barely looked at her worried expression before answering '' Mabey later.'' and walking out the front door.

He had no idea where he was going. He just wanted to get out of that house. They never noticed him. The real him. There was always a great divide between them. Sure, if you didn't know them they'd look like a happy family. But that was not the truth. Connor never felt loved or welcomed or safe in his own home. He felt like an intruder. Even his room. His safe-place wasn't a safe place to be for him. The feeling of being monitored followed him everywhere.

In the end he ended up wandering aimlessly around the neighborhood for a few hours. Looking at the night sky and occasionally stopping when he saw a particularly interesting house or tree. He started making his way back home humming along to the songs in his headphones. 

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Sry this one's a bit short. I have a lot of assignments and I didn't have much time. Plus I have the next chapter planned out cus I couldn't find a way to have a smooth crossing between the scenes. So I just made them into 2 different ones. It's kind of a filler.

I hope you still enjoyed this chapter.