T/W: Mentions of self-harm and suicide
Evan can't get away from himself.
He paces.
He writes letter after letter, reassuring himself that it will get better.
He sleeps as much as possible, so he can avoid his own thoughts.
He does other things, too. Things that aren't healthy.
His skin is littered with scars. His wrists, his arms, his ankles, his legs, his sides. All covered with cuts that he created with the inside piece of a pencil sharpener.
He doesn't eat much (as in, less food intake than before).
He doesn't talk to anyone except his mom, and that's only sometimes.
He keeps his blinds shut in his room, so he doesn't have to see the sun.
He stays locked in his room for 20 or more hours of the day.
He's not coping very well.
As of now, he's sitting on his bedroom floor in the dark, crying, when he hears a soft knock on his door.
"Evan, hon. I'm going to go pick up some ice cream from the grocery store. Do you want to come?" Heidi asks.
"I just want to be alone." Evan mumbles, closing his eyes.
"You can't hide in here forever, Evan."
"I know, mom."
"What kind of ice cream do you want me to get?"
"Lonely is my favorite flavor." Evan says sadly. "So. Get whatever you want. I doubt the store has what I'm looking for."
A/N: LOOK WHO'S BACK! My chapters in this fic will usually be longer, but this one and the next one will be about 300 words. Sorry! I'll try to avoid A/N as much as possible, but who knows?
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