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Tree Bro's- Voices In My Head

I wake up, my eyes dry and puffy. I get up, and go to the bathroom, I look in the mirror. I look worse than I thought. I take off my clothes and run the shower. I don’t wash my hair or anything. I sit in the tub and let the water run over me. After a few minutes I get out and dry off. I wipe an area of the foggy mirror, and look at my slightly disoriented reflection. I look better, my eyes aren’t as puffy as they were before, but I look depressed. I get dressed, then head down stairs. I spot a note on the table beside my medication. I pick up the sticky note. ‘Already at work, have a great day, honey. Don’t forget to take your medication. -Sincerely, Mom <3’

I sigh and open my medication. I get a glass of water and gulp down the pill. I grab my bag and head out the door. It's a little chilly, but not too bad. I try to focus on something so the voices can’t get to me, but I can't seem to do that today. They start to bark at me, tossing mean, cruel, and hateful comments in my ears.

Worthless.

Die, no one will notice, and your mom won't care.

No has ever noticed you and no one ever will.

Why are you alive? You're just a wast of space!

What are you, an animal? You're gross.

“Shut up!” I stop at a street corner, and try to regain my composure.

A loud truck pulls up to the corner, and the driver looks at me.

Shit. It’s Connor.  I quickly look away. Look away and pretend you didn't see him.

The truck rounds the corner, and I keep walking.

Connor Murphy. The high school's most dangerous kid, at least that's what Jared and everyone else says. I didn’t believe it at first, but then I saw him beat up someone. I think it’s safe to say he dangerous.

Once I’m walking up the front steps to the school I get shoved by someone behind me. It catches me off guard, and I fall face first into the cement stairs. Laughter breaks through the crowd. I get up as fast as I can, and run inside. I bump into people and get weird looks.

How rude.

Your a humiliation.

You got pushed? How pathetic.

Everyone know how clumsy you are.

Tears gather at the corner of my eyes, I run to the restroom. I bend over the sink and take deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I look in the mirror. I start to panic more, blood is dripping from my chin, and I feel it stinging now. I look in the sink, drops of blood run towards the drain. I hear a stall door click and someone walks out. I keep looking down as they walk towards the sinks. I see a black sweater from the corner of my eye.

“Holy shit!” The black sweater disappears from my sight. A hand is placed on back, another lifts my head.

I recoil at the sight of Connor Murphy. “P-please don’t hurt me!”

“Why would I hurt you?! Your clearly hurt already!” He grabs some paper towel from the paper towel dispenser and puts it on my chin. “C’mon. Let's get you to the nurses office.”

He puts a hand on my back and leads me to the nurses office.

A path clears as we walk through the hallway. I look up at Connor, he looks a little intimidating. I look away.

We walk into the nurses office and Connor sits me in a chair. He goes and talks to one of the nurses. The nurse leans over his shoulder and her eyes widen. She looks back at Connor and says something. They both walk over to me a few seconds later.

The nurse takes the paper towel off of my chin. “How did this happen?”

“I was pushed, I must have hit my chin on the stairs.”

“This happened outside?”

“Yes.”

The nurse sighed, “What's your parents number? They're going to have to come pick you up.”

“U-um, it’s 528-4669.” (Please do not attemp to call this number. I made it up.)

“Okay.” The nurse gets another paper towel for my chin, then walks away.

I look at Connor who’s been watching the whole time. “Y-you can go to class.”

Connor shakes his head. “I'll take any excuse I can to skip class.”

I look down. “You, you didn't have to help me, you know.”

“I had to, your chin was, and still is, gushing blood, and you looked like you were in shock. I couldn't just do nothing.”

The nurse walks back in. “Okay, your mom is coming to get you, so relax and take it easy.” She looks at Connor. “You can head off to class.”

“I should stay. He has anxiety, problems staying calm.”

The nurse sighs. “Very well.” She leaves the room.

I look at Connor. “How, how did you know that?”

He looks at me, puzzled. “Know what?”

“That I have anxiety?”

“Wait, you have anxiety? I just used it as an excuse to stay.”

“Yes, I-I do.”

“Huh.”

He sits beside me. It’s awkwardly quiet, and Connor breaks it with a question. “I never did get your name, what is it?”

“O-oh, um, I’m Evan, Evan Hansen.”

“I’m Connor, Connor Murphy.”

I let out a small giggle. “I know that. Your kinda infamous around here.”

“Don't remind me.”

I laugh. I think we're gonna be good friends, him and me.