Connors PovOn the drive home it was raining, but it was a nice rain, a peaceful cleansing rain. Of course any
ounce of happiness was shredded once I walked into the front door of my house.
"Where have you been?" asked Larry. I sighed calmly.
"At a friends house." I said quietly, trying not to start an argument.
"You don't have friends." mumbled my sister, who to be honest I didn't even see her sitting on
the couch on her computer.
"Shut up!" I snapped back... so much for not starting a argument.
"Hey young man be nice to your sister." Larry replied. I scanned the room for my mom, who was
no where to be seen. Great the only one who ever was on my side (even if it was to a annoying
point sometimes) wasn't home. She was probably at yoga or a paint and sip or something.
"I don't have to do shit for her." I mumbled trying to pass the two.
"Fuck you!" Zoe said louder. Without thinking I turned around quickly.
"Fuck you!" I said through my teeth. "Leave me alone! I was out it doesn't matter none of you
ever care anyway!" I yelled at the two of them. With that Cynthia came in from the other room.
So apparently she was here, just needed someone to yell loud enough to get her attention.
"Connor dear, maybe try those breathing techniques I taught you." she said walking near me.
"No." I said pushing her aside. Mind you it wasn't a full on push, it was more of a brushing her
aside so I could get past her.
"Don't push your mother, you could have seriously hurt her!" Larry yelled.
I continued walking to my room before I dramatically slammed my door and locked it.
Leave it to my family to mess up the first decent day i've had in probably years. Honestly
probably since I could remember. I slumped against my door burying my head in my knee's and
my hands in my hair. For awhile Larry bang on the door and yelled, but he stopped after
realizing it was pointless. Cynthia tried to talk to me through the door, but I wasn't paying
attention to whatever new age crap she had to say. I could hear Larry and Cynthia talking in the
hall, Cynthia was saying maybe I should go to another fancy rehab center since I was getting
"worse", and Larry was saying it would be a waste of money and that they should spend it on
something else for the house or donate it to an actually troubled teen. He never believed
anything I said, he always said I was just looking for attention. But I wasn't I just- I just he'd get
off my case. I wish my mom cared less. I wish for once someone would treat me normal. Well I
guess y/n treated me normal, that was nice. But soon enough she'll be like everyone else and
think i'm psychotic. Sooner or later everyone did. Soon enough i'd feel alone again, just like I
always did. The cycle would repeat itself, I'd be alone, I wouldn't matter. I never do.
I considered just getting high again, I thought about it. I eventually decided on one cigarettethen I picked up my phone to see if I got any texts from y/n. The screen was blank, of course it
was. Why would she care? Why did I want for her to care? I hated this so much, I hated the
feeling of hope. I used to have hope a long time ago but it was shattered and I tended to be
more of a pessimist now. But for some reason a little light of hope came back. Maybe I should
say something first I thought. What to say?
Connor: Uh Hi, thanks for tonight y/n.
Great, I don't know how to sound normal.
y/n: Of course! we should definitely do it again some time!
Maybe it wasn't so bad.
Connor: 👍Maybe this time someone did actually care, Maybe this time it will last. Maybe I'm not alone.
Sometimes a maybe can turn into hope, and sometimes hope is all we can do.
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Okay sorry this one's really short, it's only 707 words but I tried and I think the next bit should be a different chapter.
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Fanfictionconnor murphy x fem reader. trigger warning, this story does mention suicide and drugs. idk this is my first fanfic hopefully it's okay! also i do not own any of the dear evan hansen characters.