Fleur

Chapter Two

(AN: I wrote this while watching Heathers so here are so many Heathers references and bomb puns, I'm so sorry)

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"Four more huh?" His mother asked while inspecting the black flowers on her son's wrists. Evan nodded and looked at his mother with despair in his eyes.

"What if they never get better? What if they end up killing themselves and I never get to meet them? Mom, I'm scared! I want them to be okay!" He buried his face in his mother's chest and tried to disappear. "Stupid, stupid soulmate! I wish I never had one!"

"Oh Honey, don't say that. Everything will be alright, you'll see. You and your soulmate will create a beautiful family and I will be a grandmother!"

"But what if I don't like them? Do they have to be my soulmate?" Evan started rushing through his words, his hands sweating as he felt the room grow smaller. He could feel his anxiety pulsing violently. What was it that Dr. Sherman told him to do? He couldn't remember. Take deep breaths. Inhale... exhale. Good. His breathing slowed down a bit and he felt more in control of his body.

"Sweetheart, have you been taking your pills?"

"I... uh... y-yes," Evan lied. His mother looked at him, seeing past his lies. She opened the small, grey box on Evan's bedside table to find a full container of pills.

"Evan, why have you stopped taking your pills? How long ago did you stop? Do we need to go talk to Dr. Sherman about this?"

"No mom! It's not- It's not that. I just... I just don't like taking them. When I take them, I'm not really me. Evan Hansen has anxiety and can't deal with it. So that's why I stopped taking them about a month ago. Because I feel like a fraud." He played with the collar of his shirt, making room for his sweaty adam's apple to move.

"Sweety, I'm proud of you!"

"Really?"

"Yeah. You are learning to love yourself for who you are and you're doing a great job at it! Dr. Sherman will be so proud!" Evan blushed a dark shade of pink as his mother rubbed his head and squeezed him in a hug. "Well how about you go get ready for school and I'll make your favorite breakfast food?" Evan nodded and his mother left his room, promising him to make him the best breakfast ever.

He took his favorite shirt out of his closet and put it on then stopped to check himself in the mirror, a bit disappointed that the big, red zinnia was still there. That's when he noticed some shifting on his wrist.

"Mom! Come here there's something wrong with my flowers! I don't know what's happening!" He watched intensely as the black flowers on his wrist parted, making way for another, bigger flower.

It started small, growing bigger and bigger every time his heart beat. It was taking up most of his wrist at this point. Even though he had many black flowers, he'd never seen one form before. His mother rushed into his room with a spatula in hand.

"Evan what's wrong?" She asked frantically while waving the spatula dramatically. He rushed to his mother and showed her the flower. He didn't expect his mother to understand; she didn't have any flowers.

"I'm taking you to the doctor right now! I don't care if you're gonna miss your first day of school."

"But mom, I need to be there or else when I come to school tomorrow, everyone will look at me and wonder 'why wasn't he here? Is he sick?' and then rumors will spread and I'll never be able to speak to Zoe because she's popular and has probably heard everything about everyone. Not that she'd gossip, because she's perfect. And then--"