Bottom evan/vanoss oneshot [THIS BOOK IS COMPLETE!]

We dont talk anymore part 1

(There been different story of this but it top Evan and bottom Jon....I think I might be wrong.)

Evan pov
Why? Why would he do this to me? Just why? I cried more.
- flashback-
I was to my locker and opening it. I felt arm on my waist I turned and saw my boyfriend Jonathan. I was surprised that he ask me out. Even thought he the most popular boy at school and he the captain of the football team.
Jon: hey babe~
Evan: h-hi
Jon: don't you look mouth watering~
I blushed

(This what Evan is wearing!)
We both kissed.
Jon: I have a surprise for you after school.
I smiled. We both hold hands walking to are class.
(WARNING THIS NEXT PART WILL TRIGGER ALL YOU READER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARN!)
Jon put me in the middle of the gym.
Jon: ready?
I nodded.
Jon: alright take it off!
I did I was shocked. And wanted to cry also everyone from the whole school was here and recording. Why?
Evan: why?
Jon: newsflash I don't date fag (<——agh I hate that word.) like you!
Everyone was laughing. And the projector. Came down and it show me and Jon doing it. I cover my mouth.
-on the projector-
Evan: ahhh~ hard Johnny~
Jon: you like that don't you~
Evan: y-yes master~
Jon: who a slut~
Evan: m-me~
Jon: who said it louder so everyone in the neighborhood can heard you~
Evan: AHHH~ I-IM YOUR SLUT M-MASTER PLEASE F-FUCK YOUR S-SLUT HARDER~

It going on and on. I began to cry. Than I looked up. See Jon kissing a random girl. I began to cry more. I ran out of the school and went home.
-flashback end-
I look at my necklaces that Jon got me on my birthday.

(Jon is the heart and Evan is the key.)
I rip the necklaces off and drew it on the floor.
-hours past-
I looked at the time 11:09pm. I get up and went to the bathroom.
(ANOTHER TRIGGER WARING.)
I looked at myself in the mirror.
'Useless'
'Slut'
'Whore'
'Ugly'
'Kill yourself'
'Cunt'
'Loaner'
'Worthless'
'Disgusting'
All of those thought pop in my head over and over again. I look at my left. I smiled.
Evan: it been a while my friend.
One cut
Two cut
Four cut
Eight cut
Twelve cut
I stop and looked at my arm. I sighed.
Evan: why? I thrust you with all my heart. Why me? I-I'm sorry mom and d-Dad for been a failure. Everyone w-was right I-I am a m-mistake I-I don't deserve to....live I deserve to....................die.

(Sorry for it been sad and dark.)