If I Could Tell Him (Tree Bros)

This Time

A/N: this is short(again, i know!) but that's how i want it

Evan sat in the boy's bathroom, tears escaping his eyelashes. He couldn't stop crying. All of his pent-up worries just broke through his emotional wall that had been built up through all the years of hurt. He was like a broken faucet, unable to stop and desperately needing someone to fix him, to make him feel better. Silently sobbing, he exited the stall and walked outside. He needed to calm down, and in order to do that, he needed to find a place with things that comforted him. As he left the area, he veered more into a suburban setting, avoiding downtown. Soon, he had reached a small ice cream shop. A La Mode. Looking down the road a bit, he saw an abandoned orchard. He was a little bit more settled than before, but he knew that being surrounded by trees would make him feel much better than before.

Slowly pulling back the fence, he found that it was unlocked, like someone had come before him. He shuddered a bit. What if it was a serial killer who came to bury a body? What if they want to kill me? He took a deep breath. Now that was just his imagination running wild. He knew that that would never happen.

He ran into the middle of the orchard, hoping to remain unseen. He didn't think anyone would be in the orchard, but he still wanted to be careful.

He slowly climbed up a large tree, an apple one that was dying but was still very tall. That can't be less than forty feet, he thought to himself. He slowly made his way to the top, expertly gripping branches with his one good arm, using his legs and abdomen for contact with the tree. Soon enough, he was at the top. He sighed as he looked down at the ground.

What if I just fell from this tree? I've done it before. Maybe this tree would be tall enough.

He began to cry once more, tears dripping down his freckled cheeks.

Would anyone notice if I just killed myself and disappeared? Well, maybe Mom would. She would be heartbroken. But it's better for her in the long run. Imagine what her life would be like if she didn't have me. Right now, she would have a husband, a stable income, and everything she's ever wanted. But no, I had to be here. And I have to be mentally ill. The icing on the cake. She pays so much for Dr. Sherman, And I'm not getting better. I'm a loser, an idiot. Everyone hates me. I should just jump, I should just -

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, leaning over the branch.

Maybe it'll work this time.