[DISCONTINUED] On the Edge (AshTrash669 x Edgy_Space_Prince)

Treehouse

thanks to everyone on the discord discussion!

also i don't like this chapter either. next one will (hopefully) be slightly better

⚠️TW: death, blood, kinda gore, suicide reference, implication of potential abuse, gun ⚠️

Edge's POV

That was... an interesting meet up.

Ash... I wish I'd met her before all this shit happened. It would've been nice to be friends with her.

I'd like to think she wasn't... like that before...y'know, The Anax, June 23rd, that shit. Not to say she's a bad person, just a little... hardcore? With the retorts and the "take a picture it'll last longer" bro I would but that would be creepy.

Great. Not only was I not able to convince Ash Hsart to become an alliance, but now I'm thinking about her.

I walked down the street, keeping an eye out for gay executioners. I could be dead meat any second.

I glance at the pin on my gray hoodie. The pink, yellow, and blue stripes used to gleam in the sunlight. But now...

I wish I didn't have to think about now.

Now, the sunlight that once was bright serves as nothing but a bright ass bitch in the sky that makes shadows. Now, the streets that used to have hot dog carts, ice cream trucks, and children's lemonade stands just have crashed cars and bloodstained litter. Now, the people we used to be able to trust turned against us because of laws. Now, the laws that used to be the glue that held us all together are the things tearing us apart.

The only people I can trust are in that birch treehouse, and I'm almost there--

"You're here!" Someone shouted from the top of the treehouse. I don't know if they're glad to see me or someone almost burned something down.

"Yeah!" I shouted back, climbing up the ladder. "Is something wrong?"

Once I got to the top, I saw that Aston was waiting for me. "Evan Hansen fell out of the tree."

"The fuck?!?" I asked, rushing to a window.

"Not that one," Aston said. "Back window, by the kitchen."

I darted over towards the window to see where he landed. No... This is bad.

See, medical facilities are just like the police force. They get to choose who lives and who dies. Half of the nurses and doctors are for it, and half are against it. Those who are against the whole choosing thing protest every day, leaving no one to take care of the injured. So, the hospital would've been no use.

I looked down to see what happened. Oh shit. It looked like blood.

"Aston, get the med kit!"I shouted. "I'm going down the slide. Meet me at the bottom."

I slide down the slide, Aston following soon after. As I suspected, there was a lot of blood.

Aston handed me the med kit. I gently helped Evan sit up and cleaned the blood on his skin. Then I realized... he had an open fracture. He broke his arm and the bone pierced through the skin.

Evan, Aston, and I exchanged glances. None of us knew how to take care of something like this. We didn't know how to close the wound.

Evan was going to bleed out and die.

"Aston, get Connor Murphy out here now." I demanded. He nodded and went up the ladder.

"Your boyfriend is coming," I said to Evan. "How did this happen?"