DEH short stories(kleinsan, treebros, request)

Look how the tables have turned (part 4)

Jared's pov:
This is it, I can't deal with being looked down on. I have to end this. I'm not good for him, but the look Connor gave him, there is something there. I can sense it.

I love him, but I don't deserve him. "Jare!" I heard the familiar happy go luck voice call from behind me. I turned and told him flat out. "We're breaking up."

The tears forming in his eyes were hard to watch as these words set in. He said nothing, just turned and ran. I fell to my knees and cried.

Why did I do that again?

Eventually, I got to my feet and left the hallway, sulking toward my house. Who needs them anyway? But I knew I did.

Evan's pov:
"We're breaking up."

I could feel the tears prick my eyes as I looked in his eyes for any sign that this was a joke. Nothing.

I felt my legs about to give way, so I turned around and sprinted toward the farthest bathroom, away from Jared and Connor. I wanted no confrontation. Just a chance to myself.

I dropped to the floor and scooted under the sink. There I sat for the next twenty minutes, crying, until I realized that they were locking up the school soon and I needed to leave. So I grabbed my stuff and slumped to the exit. I walked home in silence

*time-skip because I don't want to write about his boring walk*

I got to my house and immediately ran upstairs and into my bedroom. I threw my stuff down and fell onto my bed, not shedding a tear after being so cried-out. I only just now realized thet I never returned to the bathroom that Connor was in and he probably got worried.

No he didn't.

He doesn't care.

You're just a waste of space.

Your mom doesn't even stay home anymore.

She doesn't even love you!

Your pathetic.

Useless.

Stupid.

A stuttering mess.

You don't belong.

You deserve to DIE.

The voices were right, I could tell. But I wasn't going to attempt suicide just yet. With the state I'm in, I would make to many mistakes and get discovered again. Except this time, they would know it was a suicide attempt. But I decided that the closest I was gonna get to that, would be cutting.

I could hardly wait as I went to the bathroom and grabbed one of my many razors I had taken from my mom and hidden. I drew it across my skin, relishing in the bliss it brought to see the blood bubbling to the surface. Warm and bright red.

I did it again. And again. And again. Until my arm was completely covered and I was dizzy from the blood loss. Shit. I overdid it! I could feel my head spinning as I grabbed a bandage and wrapped it tightly. I stumbled to my room and closed the door, collapsing on the bed once again.

Connor's pov:
Where is he?

I wondered this for the thousandth time in the past ten minutes before deciding to go out into the hallway. I listened carefully. No sign of Evan or Jared. Maybe they made up and left together? Either way, I had to leave soon because the school doors were going to be locked in twenty minutes tops.

I grabbed my bag and sauntered toward the door. I walked quickly, wanting to get out of the heat. As I walked, I noticed an oddly familiar figure walking down the street, shoulders hunched. He sat on a bench and only then did I realize who it was. Jared.....

But isn't he with Evan? Guess not. I ran toward him and yelled rather loudly; "WHERE'S EVAN?!" He seemed to jump out of his seat before relaxing when realizing it was just me.

"Oh. Hey Conman. Why do you care?"

I was really trying not to punch him here and now. "Just, where is he? Wasn't he with you?" A look of guilt crossed his face and this sorta scared me. "Why do you look so guilty? What did you do?" He winced.

"I broke up with him." He mumbled, but I heard him clear as day. "YOU WHAT?!" I was shocked and scared. He had been cutting after Jared just glaring at him. What would be his reaction to Jared breaking up with him? I grabbed at my hair and turned to Jared again.

"Jared, you are a fucking idiot!" He looks at me very confused. I huff. "Right before I convinced Evan to go talk to you, I found him in the bathroom, cutting. All because you glared at him. And now you broke his heart! This is bad!" Something seemed to break in HIS heart at these words.

"H-He was cutting again. Because of me?"

I was mad now. "He was cutting because he thought it was his fault you were angry and he felt the need to be punished for that!" We both seemed to come to the same realization at once. "We need to go to the school." It had already been ten minutes of us standing there arguing. So we raced down the street toward the school once again, throwing open the doors.

The clubs were more than likely still in session so we were safe. We ran toward the bathroom that Jared said he saw Evan run to. I slammed the door open just to realize that all of the stall doors are open and Evan is nowhere to be seen. Jared taps my shoulder. "Look!" He points to a bottle of pills on the floor that frighten me until I realize that they are closed.

Jared leans down and picks them up. "I recognize these. Their Acorns anxiety meds. But he would never leave them here on purpose. Even if he never takes them, he keeps them with him at all times. He must have been in a hurry and dropped them."

He handed me the pills and I look at the side. They read Mark Evan Hansen.