Musical Oneshots

DEH - Obvious (Part 2)

TW: Mentions of suicide attempts and suicidal thoughts

Connor's POV

My eyes flickered open, met with a harsh, bright light. I squeezed them shut and tried to remember what the hell happened.

The talent show. The song. The bright orange bottle and the rattle of pills.

Fuck.

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"Connor!" Cynthia exclaimed as she rushed into the dreary hospital room. It was almost exactly like the last one.

"Thank God you're okay! We thought we were going to lose you!" She sniffed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Larry and Zoe slowly shuffled in behind her, as if I was someone to be afraid of.

Oh.

Well...

"Can you guys p-please leave? I need some time alone," I croaked. Cynthia's face fell for a second before she pasted on a bright, fake smile.

"Of course! We should go home and get some rest anyway," She chirped. Cynthia wiped at her eyes before turning and leaving the room, Larry and Zoe not far behind her.

What the fuck had I done?

I couldn't see Evan ever again. He knows how I feel. He know what I tried to do. Heknowsheknowsheknows

"Hello? Connor? Your mother said you were awake," Alana announced as she appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah. I'm awake," I sighed. A fake smile flashed across her face and she walked further into my room. Pulling over a hard plastic chair, she sat down.

"So, how have you been?" She asked.

"I tried to fucking kill myself, how do you think I've been," I snapped. Alana flinched, but kept smiling.

"I'm sorry to hear that Connor. I-"

"Are you really? Do you even know what it feels like? To want to end it all?" I hissed, starting to raise my voice.

Her smile dropped.

"Yes I do Connor. I'm familiar with those feelings," She told me.

My anger fizzled out.

I'm such a fucking asshole.

She continued when I stayed silent.

"I've struggled with those feelings for a while now. I was hoping that we would be able to talk. Maybe I would be able to help you, somehow, and maybe you could somehow help me. I can leave if you want me to, though. I don't want to make anything worse."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm sorry I'm such an asshole. Please don't go."

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Alana questioned. I shrugged.

"I was at the talent show and I saw Evan perform his song. I thought it was about me. It wasn't. Then that happened," I summarized. She nodded.

"It just pushed me over the edge. I thought I would be fine, but I'm obviously not. It was just too much," I blurted out. "What about you?"

"Well, uh," She stammered, a blush rising on her cheeks. "I was part of the crew working on the talent show. I knew Zoe was going to be there, and I was planning on asking her out after, but then I found out. About her and Evan. And that was that."

"Oh," I muttered. "I'm sorry." She shrugged it off.

"It's fine. I'm trying to get over it. Plus, you had it way worse so it doesn't really matter," Alana said.

"No, it does matter Alana. Your feelings matter," I told her.

"Thanks. I, I needed that," she whispered.

The room fell silent for a few minutes, filled with beeps and murmuring voices in the busy hallway.

"Hey, Connor?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to be my friend?" She blurted out, picking at the thin hospital sheets, her eyes on the floor.

"Your friend? Not acquaintance?" I asked.

"Well, I have a lot of acquaintances, but not a lot of friends. Plus, I think it would be nice to have each other, I guess," She frantically explained.

"Sure. Why not," I grinned.

"Really?"

"Definitely."

"I look forward to our friendship, Connor Murphy," Alana announced as she stuck out her hand.

"So do I, Alana Beck," I replied as I shook her hand.

yA yEET sKEeT. I hOpE tHiS wAS oKaY. I feel like it was a little short and cheesy or something, but I hope y'all liked it!

-Cronch