Evan Hansen x Reader

The Hurting One

Evan looked between the two of you. "Um, what's going on here?"

Jared glared at Evan, snorted, and rolled his eyes. He then stood up and walked away, purposefully bumping into Evan in the process. You sighed and shook your head.

"I'm guessing that the two of you had an unpleasant conversation." Evan remarked.

You frowned. "You don't even want to know."

Evan sat down next to you and sipped his coffee. His eyes widened. "What time is it?" He asked you.

You checked your phone. "4:15."

He got up suddenly. "Shit! I have to get started on that chemistry project," He said in a rush. "Sorry, I wish I could stay longer, but this is so much of my final grade."

"No, it's fine, go ahead." You told him. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek and sprinted away.

Enjoying some alone time, you sat on the bench for five more minutes until your phone chimed with a text notification it was from Zoe.

Hey Y/N, it's Zoe. Sorry if this is a really bad time, but I was wondering if you could come over to my house. I could really use your help right now. I'll text you my address.

You sighed. As much as you wanted to stay in the park, you couldn't not help Zoe after all the things that the poor girl had gone through. So you reluctantly made your way over to your car and typed Zoe's address in your GPS.

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You rang the bell three times, but nobody answered. You opened their front door slowly. "Jesus Christ, what is it with people leaving their doors unlocked these days?" You asked yourself.

It was a big house. You couldn't see anybody in the living room or kitchen, but you heard water running from an upstairs bathroom. You went up the stairs and walked towards the bathroom. The door wasn't fully closed, and their was a little bit of light coming from the room. You slowly opened the door, and what you saw put a hole in your heart.

Zoe Murphy held a broken razor in her hand and blood there was blood on her wrists. Tears were streaming down her face and she sat in a fetal position with her head down. Your mouth dropped. "Zoe?" You asked softly. She snapped her head to look up at you. A small whimper escaped her mouth as she collapsed into your arms.