You Have Been Found (TreeBros)

3: Did You Fall Or Did You Let Go? T/W

A/N

T/W for things that I'm not going to say because that would spoil it (even though the title of this chapter gives it away. bUT YOU DON'T KNOW   W H O,   OKAY).

Read until I say that you can skip it if you don't want to read the sad part, because I'll put a summary at the end (except you, Lilly. I see you. Don't skip it).

Jared

I am still in the nurses office. She told me I can go home since I have a sprained ankle, but.. I mean, my mom refuses to pick me up until lunch, when she gets an hour off from work. Evan has tried to come whenever he can. I've seen him once in-between his third and fourth period.

I'm a little put off though, I watched Evan and Connor after I was pushed down. Sure, Evan had a slight look of terror in his eyes, but he also looked kind of impressed.

I saw the way Connor was looking at Evan, too. He was sorry for what he had just done. Not for me, but for Evan. He wasn't worried about my well being-which makes sense, because I'm a huge asshole-he was worried about what Evan thought of him.

I decide to just try and walk on my ankle, and I succeed, though it hurts like fuck. Not the good kind of fuck, either.

I finally get to my fourth period after six minutes just as the bell rings. Great. Just wonderful. My fifth period is all the way on the other side off the fucking school! I grunt and lean my head back, annoyed.

I start limping toward my fifth period, math. I hate math. Oh, but I can't believe I forgot about this! I have math with Evan! Connor also happens to be in our math class though, not that he ever shows up.

But as I'm about to walk in, I see something through the window in the door. Evan crying and Connor hugging him. This may sound like I'm being clingy, but I do not like the picture in front of me. I mean, why would Connor even be trying to comfort Evan? More importantly: WHY IS EVAN CRYING?

The unanswered question is lost in my storm of thoughts as I decide what to do next.

Evan is my everything.

Was my everything.

I saw how he looked at Connor. How Connor looked at him.

I can't live without him. So I won't live without him.

(Skip to my author's note at the end if you are sensitive to.. death. Sorry. Not really.)

A tear escapes my eye as I wobble down the hallway, away from my classroom. I burst out of the front of the school and run towards my house despite the pain. Tears stream down my face from both mental and physical pain as I run.

I pass a bunch of buildings and houses and such as I run, trying not to fall.

Soon enough I get to my house. I sigh in relief when neither one of my parents is home. I can do what I want- no, need to do without anybody catching me. Perfect.

The truth is, I've been feeling really depressed lately. I just.. couldn't tell Evan. Or anybody, for that matter. I probably should've talked to somebody. Then, maybe I wouldn't be doing what I am right now.

I think about this as I run around the house, looking for knifes and as many pills as I can find. I also find a rope in the garage and smile to myself. This will work. My smile fades. It has to. 

A car is in front of the house. For some reason I didn't drive it to school. Oh, right. Evan took me to school this morning.

I grab the keys from my room and limp to the car with my hands full of pills, a rope, and a knife. I also grab some paper and a pen from a drawer in the kitchen.