It Will Be Alright -- Treebros

Three -- Saved

((TW: Suicide attempt))

~Evan Hansen's POV~

Connor rushed past me, another feeling shrouding my own with one indescribable and foreign to me.  A very, very dark feeling.  It made me feel uncomfortable and gave me this feeling of trouble.  I had an immediate instinct to follow him, but I wouldn't be able to let him notice. 

I let him go, yet I wanted to know what was happening.  I couldn't bring myself to follow him.  I continued what I was originally here for, which was killing time until my mom showed up to take me home. 

A few minutes into writing some ideas down for creative writing, I heard my name be called over the loudspeaker.  I stood up, closing the document and making my way to the office.  I asked the receptionist what they needed me for, to which she responded by telling me that Zoe Murphy needed me. 

I nodded as a teacher came, leading me to the practice room.  Zoe rushed up to me. 

Worried, concerned

"Evan, have you seen Connor lately?  He isn't answering my phone calls, he wasn't at home, he isn't at school, and he has no friends to hang out with.  I have no idea where he is, and it may seem unlikely, but I'm genuinely worried about him.  Some boys told me that they saw you and Connor in the computer lab this afternoon?" she rambled, a worried expression plastered across her face.

"I mean, I saw him in the computer lab and we both knew that one another was in there, but he left before I could talk to him.  He was holding a paper or something, and he seemed sad," I replied in hope to ease her concerns, yet it worried her even more.

"Shit, shit, shit, Evan, do you have your phone on you at the moment?" she asked, biting her lip.  I nodded.  "Okay, I need you to come with me, and you need to have a phone on you just in case.  Come on," she continued, gesturing for me to follow her. 

She took deep breaths, trying to act calm as she walked to her car, me following.  She sat in the driver's seat as I sat in the passenger's.  Zoe drove fast as if she didn't care that she was risking our lives.  She pulled up to what I assumed to be her house, telling me to stay in the car as she rushed to the front door.

A few minutes passed as she approached the car, faster than before.  She was deep in concentration.  She snapped her fingers as if a light bulb had just gone off in her head.  "Evan, have your phone ready in case we're too late," she informed.  "Zoe, what's going on?" I questioned, her replying with a rather rushed, "No time to explain,"

I saw as she took a route that was rather unfamiliar to me.  We pulled up to a small park, Zoe noticing a figure leaning against a tree.  Zoe parked, immediately opening her door as I followed.  We ran toward the figure.

I felt dread fill my senses as I felt that whoever the figure was, they were still alive.  As we approached, I noticed the hoodie.  Connor.  He was holding a pill container, dumping several onto the palm of his hand.  I couldn't let him do this.

I ran toward Connor as fast as I could, leaving Zoe behind.  I slapped Connor's hand, sending the pills flying as I tripped and fell.  I laid on the ground, panting.  "I-I'm not going to let you do this," I informed, staring at the cloudy sky through the gaps in between the leaves of the tree.  I heard the crunch of grass as Zoe kneeled down by her brother, engulfing him in a hug.

"Connor, why would you try this?" she asked, breaking into tears.  She cared for him.  Her actions were sincere at that moment.  Though they were siblings who often fought, they cared for one another.  I felt the tension that had suddenly been lifted between the two at that moment.

I sat up, smiling as I watched the two share a caring embrace.  Connor was now in tears as well, as he probably felt so alone.  I stood up, about to leave when I heard Zoe call my name.  "Evan," she said in a sincere tone.  I turned around to see her smile.  "Thank you, for everything.  For helping me save my brother especially.  I owe you one," she continued, Connor looking away.

I smiled, "No problem.  I better be going.  I can walk back," I replied, leaving the siblings.  It's funny how though feeling the emotions of others isn't the greatest thing in the world, it can save lives at times.  I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't seen Connor's cuts in the bathroom, or caught him crying, or even if I hadn't sensed the distraught he felt.

Maybe this isn't so bad after all.

((No, I didn't edit this, I was too lazy to))