EVAN POV:
Once I stepped foot on the school lawn, I felt my heartbeat rising. I glance at Connor Murphy, the supposed Psychopath. Or as they like to call him, "the monster". That's why I try to steer clear from him. (Ps. It never works) He's in most of my classes, his sister is Zoe Murphy, (the girl I love).
"Hey, Evan!" I flinch at the sound of Jared Kleinman, (my only friend, or as he likes to call it, "family friend"), call my name. "Listen, bud, you need to hang out with me. My mom is getting suspicious, I need my car insurance!"
I look at him, "I'm so so so sorry, but I have an appointment with Dr. Sherman, sorry." I smile awkwardly as I fidget with my sleeves.
Jared groans, "you know what? Fine." He stomps away.
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"Evan, you need a friend, one who's not using you for car insurance." Dr. Sherman says sternly.
"I- but Jared is my friend," I start, but Dr. Sherman cuts me off.
"No, Evan. Jared is not your friend. He's only using you for car insurance."
My face darkens, part of me always knew Jared wasn't really my "friend", I just wanted to believe I wasn't fully alone. I wanted to believe I had someone to rely on. My mom is either at work or at class. my dad is in Colorado, one time I tried to tell him about my broken arm and he just talked about his oldest step-daughter, Haley, and how she broke her wrist. And, Dr. Sherman, he's no help. I tried to just kill myself, but the universe hates me and made me live for longer.
THE NEXT DAY:
I sit on Connor's bed, awkwardly glancing at the band posters on his wall and some homemade drawings on his floor. "Why are you at my house again?" Connor, shoots me a glare.
"Uh, did you forget? We're partners for the history project." I wipe my hands on my jeans, not wanting to be here.
"Oh. Yeah, let's just get that done quickly, K?" He stares at me, I can't read his face. It's just blank.
The wind flys in throwing one of Connor's notebooks open, it happens quickly. All I can see is his writing:
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
die.
Connor runs over, grabbing the notebook from the floor. "You. Saw. Nothing."His black nails dig into the notebook as he gives me a deadly glare.
"Connor. You need help." Shit. I shouldn't have said that. Why did I say that.
He throws the notebook at the wall. "You're right. I do need help. But it's okay, I won't even live to see the sunrise tomorrow." He attempts a smile.
"CONNOR OWEN MURPHY!" The voice booms, and I feel my neck turning to look at where the sound is coming from, It's Mrs. Murphy. I can see Connor's face darkening.
"M-mom, you weren't supposed to hear that...please don't put me in the hospital, again." He stares at her, wide eyed. Mrs. Murphy smiles at me, "Evan, I didn't realize you were here. Could you go home, please? I need to deal with some personal issues." Connor looks at me, 'I'll text you.' He mouths. I walk out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye.
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Evanlovestrees: Connor u ok?
Guitarguitar: yea about that
Evanlovestrees: Connor
Guitarguitar: can I come to ur house
Guitarguitar: I'll tell u abt it
Evanlovestrees: sure
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Tysm for reading! I'll update when I can, which will probably be on weekends. See you next chapter! :) (don't you dare talk about the Conan photo)
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Monster (a dear Evan Hansen fanfiction)
Romance"Dont get involved with Connor Murphy" they say, "he's a monster" they say, "he'll ruin your life!" Well, I don't believe that. I want to help him.
