Broken Hearts - TreeBros Part 2 - The Separate Journeys

Chapter 31

A/N: Get ready for a depressing chapter. I just received some bad news from someone and it really hurt me so I need to take it out in my writing before I do worse things to myself. Please if you're feeling this way yourself don't do anything to hurt yourself. It's not worth it. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter, I'm putting all of my emotion into it.

WARNING: This chapter does mention self harm so if you're uncomfortable with that I recommend skipping the chapter.

Connor's POV:

Fuck you.

I repeat the phrase over and over in my head as I tear my my skin apart. Blood spills out of the freshly made cuts on my arm. Tears drip onto my arm, it stings but I ignore it. The pain continues as I slice at my skin again.

It's all your fault. You were the one who made him feel this way. You made him uncomfortable, you tore him apart. You're a monster.

My old roommate just recently moved out into his own apartment with one of his friends, I stayed here.

I guess I never really made any new friends on campus yet and now I don't think I ever will. I mean face it, every time I become close with someone I mess up somehow and then I'm left with no one all over again. So why even try to talk to anyone if I just fuck up every time?

The blood spills onto the bathroom tile below. I continue to rip and tear at my skin until I'm in so much pain I can't go on anymore. I suddenly feel myself getting light headed and before I know it, blackout.

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I wake up on the bathroom floor, my head is pounding. I slowly get up, my arms and legs are covered in blood. I ignore it. I don't even bother cleaning up the mess. I walk into my bedroom and I  lay on my bed.

You deserve this. You deserve all the pain in the world. You did this to him, it's all your fault. This is what you deserve. These wounds may heal but your heart will never repair itself. And it's all your fault.

I roll onto my side and pick up my phone from my bedside table. My lock screen is a picture of Evan, a tear rolls down my face.

I should change it now.

I click on settings and scroll down to the wallpapers tab, I click on it.

No. I can't.

I go to my contacts and click on Zoe's, I call her, the phone rings. No answer, Zoe's voicemail comes on.

"Hey it's Zoe, sorry I can't take your call right now. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day!"

I sigh.

Not even Zoe wants to talk to me. At this point I have no one to talk to. No one to come to when I need it the most.

I look over at the Tylenol bottle I have on my nightstand. I grab it and remove the lid, I dump a few pills into the palm of my hand. I head to the bathroom. I fill a cup of water and place the pills in my mouth. I drink the water and the pills go down, I sigh.

If this doesn't kill me I don't know what will.

I go back to my room to lay down.

Fuck you Connor, fuck you.