lost | dear evan hansen & be more chill

fifty-two

Michael walked downstairs and opened the door slightly. "Who are you?"

"No one."

Wait. That voice sounded familiar. Michael threw the hood off and raised his eyebrows. "Jeremy?"

"Michael?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Evan." Jeremy peeked behind Michael so Michael moved to block his view.

"Evan's busy." Michael crossed his arms.

"It's really important."

"It can wait."

"It really can't." Jeremy reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out...a gun?

"What the-"

"Let me in." Jeremy said slowly, pointing the gun to Michael's head.

"No! What are you doing, Put that down!" Michael tried to stay as calm as he could but he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Jeremy didn't move.

"Michael, come on man. Let me in."

"No."

"You have three seconds."

"Jeremy!"

"One...two..."

A wave of fear washed over Michael and he did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed Jeremy's wrist and tried to point the gun at the wall. They both struggled with the gun for a couple seconds and then Jeremy's finger accidentally pulled the trigger.

He fired a bullet into Michael's chest.

Michael fell to the floor and Jeremy dropped the gun. "No. No no no...Michael I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"What's going on?!" Evan demanded as he ran down the stairs.

He stopped when he saw Michael lying on the floor, blood staining his clothes.

"What did you do?" Evan cried and ran over to Michael.

"I-It was, It was an accident. They told me it was fake, I didn't know...It was just to scare you into coming with me."

"Get out."

"Evan I didn't mean to-"

"GET OUT!"

Jeremy opened his mouth to say something but didn't, he just ran back to his car and drove away.

"Michael i-it's gonna be okay, I'm calling the police."

Michael mumbled something inaudible as a response, so Evan closed his eyes as he held the phone to his ear. He didn't want to see his best friend die and that's exactly what was happening.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"M-My best friend was just shot. You need to send an ambulance over, I think he's...I think he's dying." Evan tried to calm his voice down but he was sobbing now.

"Okay, what's your address?"

Evan told the lady on the phone, then bit down on his lip nervously, causing it to bleed. She said they'd send an ambulance over and it would just be a couple minutes.

Eventually he opened his eyes and immediately wished he didn't. Michael looked pale and there was too much blood for Evan to handle.

"M-Michael?" He asked softly.

"I'm sorry." Michael's voice was weak and every time he spoke a word it sounded difficult for him.

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who didn't come check on you sooner. It's my fault."

"Because, I promised you it was going to be okay and it's not. I'm sorry Evan."

"No it's okay, but you need to just hang on okay. They're coming to help you but you have to hang on." Evan tried to reassure him.

"Evan?"

"What?"

"Promise me something."

"Okay."

"Promise me...you won't be sad about me forever. Promise you'll find a new friend, even better than me. Don't let them...treat you like dirt."

"No. Stop. You're not dying."

"Evan. Promise me."

"No I'm not going to!"

Michael grabbed Evan's hand and Evan squeezed it hard.

"Promise...that you'll tell them...to kick Jared's butt." Michael smiled slightly, before he took a shaky breath and his hand went limp.

"Michael?"

No answer.

"No. Wake up, stop it! Michael wake up!" Evan sobbed harder. He lifted Michael's body slightly and hugged it.

Just then the paramedics came through the door with a stretcher, but it was too late.