TreeBros: Not Alone

1》 Darker Times

Evan's POV

Evan woke up, panting and sweaty again. He focused on the ceiling and the glow stars helped bring him back to earth.

Deep breaths, deep breaths... Evan inhaled deeply, to calm himself. He fell back into sleep later, holding the blanket tightly.

It was no use. They returned again.

"Oh look, it's him again. Can't even say a word without stuttering. No wonder he's such a loner. Who would want a companion like that?"

Evan gulped. "G...go a..away...p...please...leave m...me be..."

The shadow rolled their eyes and jabbed a finger in Evan's shoulder, who recoiled, terrified.

"The world's way better without you. Your mother would be way happier without the dysfunctional object you are. Your father even gave up on you! You're just an unwanted freak!"

Evan covered his eyes.

"Nobody wants you, you're just hopeless. You're not needed here. Unloved."

"S..sto...stop.. I beg... y...you" Evan said more to himself.

They laughed cruelly.

The rough shove, Evan landing on the ground-

Evan bolted up in bed, gripping the blanket in a death grip.

"No... no...no..."

Evan buried his head in his hands and muttered to himself. He trudged to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water with trembling hands. Downing it, he sighed and looked into the mirror at the bags under his young blue eyes. He massaged his temples.

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Connor's POV

Connor's eyes burned with anger as he clenched his fist, glaring at his parents.

Cynthia looked on sadly. "Why are you always angry? Speak to us!"

"If I told you, you wouldn't care. Why would you even care about me or what I did?"

"Connor- I" Cynthia began.

"Since when? All you talk about is how much of a crap son I am. You didn't see that I was angry!  I skipped school. I threw that printer. You don't say anything, you don't do anything, you don't know. You don't know your son is a loner! That your son is broken! Am I that much of a FREAK?" Connor spat, his voice rising.

Cynthia blinked.

They had already seen many doctors and clinics to fix her eight year old son. They had said that nothing could be done. Cynthia kept her eyes down and fingered the therapy calm pills in her pocket. She hoped that they could at least take away that anger in Connor's eyes...

She took a deep breath and pushed them towards Connor. "You should take these-"

Connor slammed both hands on the table and shot up, his eyes literally blazing and his body shaking.

"SO YOU THINK I'M A FREAK TOO?"

He stormed up the stairs but stopped outside his bedroom door and turned around.

Cynthia had her head in both her hands and was sobbing quietly. Zoe stood terrified at the side. Larry, in an attempt to comfort his wife, was rubbing her back. Connor bit his lip. Larry glanced up and caught sight of Connor's eye.

Connor immediately scowled and turned to face his bedroom door. His eyes blurred with tears as he grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door, locking it, sliding down and hugging his knees to his chest as his face wet with tears. He pulled over the hood of his black hoodie and buried his face into the hem.