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Her box (DEH Trans Connor)

Corrina was her name. Corrina Murphy. She was in a box; it was dark, quiet, and cold. She tried to escape the box multiple times. To see the light and be happy with her body, but she was pushed back down and started back at square one. It was her box.

She could wear a binder, buy boy clothes, probably even cut her hair if she could convince her parents. But is this what she really wanted? Is this what she wanted to be? She could tell herself no, she could stop, and escape while she had the chance. But her mouth was glued shut. Her eyes filled with images of what she could be, of what he could be.

No one understood what she wanted to have. What she didn't want. What she needed. She didn't want the chest, the hair, even the eyes. She'd do anything to be something she wasn't, someone she couldn't be. She wanted to be him. She wanted to be Connor, and Connor only; however she was Corrina. Corrina Murphy in her box.

It wasn't her box though. It was his. It was Connor's. He could have what he wanted if she would stand up and let herself free.

"You can be you. You can be me. But remember, you'll always be Corrina deep down."

That's what he told her, everyday was the same three sentences. Cuts would try to rise, but she was too weak. Leaving herself to scratch the horrible things until she left scars. It hurt. It hurt so much. But she thought she was slowly getting rid of it all. She wanted that.

He would try to stop her from hurting herself and crying everyday. Connor Murphy in Corrina's box.

She would tell him to leave. To get out of her head. To disappear and never come back. To leave her alone and let her be what she was born as. He never left. As she aged he aged with her. It took Corrina 15 years to realize he won't leave until she is him. He started to say new phrases. Sometimes even advice to accomplish the goal he set.

She stopped resisting him. That didn't stop the cuts though. She finally had the strength. She eventually became numb to the pain but it still hurt him. He felt the cuts, the scratches, even the effect of weed from time to time.

"Why can't you just realize I'm not gone until you're me? Just start with a binder and Hoodie; it's not that bad."

She couldn't do that though. Her family not knowing her pain, and her lack of money. She was Corrina.

"There's another way."

She looked up and saw Connor tapping his foot with his arms crossed.

"Maybe an old hoodie could cover things since you have a smaller chest."

She started to wear the same hoodie and jeans everyday. She told teachers to call her Connor as a nickname, and got other people to call her Connor.

First day of senior year.

Connor Murphy, stoner, loner, loser, possible threat, possible school shooter, was only Connor Murphy. People were sacred of him, no one ever got close to him but that's because he wanted no one to know who he really was. His box was cramped now, but it was safer
That was all he needed.

Connor snapped out of his trance to fallen books on the ground and a smaller male stuttering and scrambling to pick them up.

Evan Hansen. Connor had seen him in class, he was sure they worked on a project together but other than that he didn't know him.

Connor bent down and started to help pick up books and pencils.

"I'm---I'm s-sorry- I I-"

"It's okay. I wasn't paying attention."

Evan stopped talking and continued to pick up his books. Connor was hoping that Evan wouldn't invade his sweet, small box. He kept his distance and handed The smaller one his books; he didn't give Evan time to say thank you, he just continued walking to his class.