I Risked It All For You | A Kleinsen Fanfic | WIP

002 -Car Insurance-

-Evan's POV-
(A/n There is mentions of Self Harm and Suicidal Thoughts in this, please watch out, I'll put a "✿" before it stops and a tiny flower after)

I got home and opened the door. "Mom?" I called out. No response, like always. Mr. Heere was helping Jeremy in London, so it was just my mom and I. Well technically he is 'Mr. Hansen' because he took my mom's name when they got married.
   
I went up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, my legs hanging off the side with my shoes still on them. Even though I made 3 new friends it didn't make me feel any better.

I mean, I consider them friends, but I feel like Heather M. is messing with me. Ever since Heather Chandler committed suicide, Heather McNamara has been, nicer? If that makes sense.
    
  ✿It made me think. What if they thought I was annoying? What if Alexander and John didn't even want to help me and it was just something the senior teachers made their students do? Same thing with Heather. I sat up, and my mind began to race.
They don't care about you.
Shut up.
No one will ever care about you.
I said shut up.
Jared sure as hell doesn't.
    
Ok that one hurt. But it was true. I have not met one person who actually loves me for...me. And I don't think I ever will.

I got up, and went to my backpack. I dug around in it for a few seconds before I found it. A small pencil sharpener. This should work, right? I took a pencil and used it to unscrew the screw holding it together. I got it out, and went into the bathroom.

    (It starts here please be careful!)
I stared into the mirror. Did I really want to do this? Yes. I did. I looked back down at my forearm. I took the blade, and pressed in my skin, dragging it across to the other side. I hissed in pain through my teeth. Blood found its way through the cut and began to run down my arm.

You never know how much blood there is in a person until you see. And believe me when I say a lot.

I quickly god a towel and wiped my arm and a bit of the counter. I had tears on the side of my eyes, and a bloody towel on the floor. Lesson learned: I shouldn't use white. My arm stung, and I could feel it throbbing.

That felt....

Amazing.

I looked back at my arm. It still had blood on it. I needed to do it again. I took the blade and pressed it into my skin, again, and again and again.

My hands were shaking, there was blood on in the sink, a bloody pencil sharpener blade next to me, my arms were cut and bloody, and tear marks on my face. I was a fucking mess. I wish I could just disappear.✿

~ Time Skip To The Next Morning ~

-Jared's POV-
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!

I slam my fist down on the alarm, making it quiet again. I thought about just rolling over and going back to sleep, when my door was kicked open. "YO BITCH GET UP!" My younger brother, Phillip. Goddammit. "Alright alright Jesus." He walked out and that meant I was supposed to get up.
    
I got ready and went downstairs, my mom was on her laptop, and my dad was getting ready for work.

(A/n I love the idea of the Kleinman's being close so I'm gonna make it happen :3)

"Hey kiddo," my mom said closing her laptop. I yanked up my backpack and hung it around my shoulder. "Hi mom," "Day 2, huh? Do you think you'll survive?" My dad asked stirring something in his coffee. "I honestly don't know." "Are you giving Evan a ride today?" I didn't know the answer to that either.

I mean, I didn't have a problem with it exactly, but Evan was just someone that I grew up with and now I have to be nice to or else I don't get car insurance. "I don't know, he said he didn't want a ride yesterday, he might not want one today?"

Which could have been true. "Just give him a ride, Jare, or else-" "or else no car insurance yeah yeah I know," I said grabbing my keys. "Ok I'll give him a ride." "Thank you, hey," my mom said, catching my attention and making me turn around. "I love you and have a good day," "yeah yeah you too mom," and with that I left.

~Time Skip To the car because I'm lazy~

I climbed inside my car and started it, driving to Evan's house. I saw him walking outside on his way to school with...a hoodie? It was kinda cold, eh, not that much, hoodie weather if you wanted, but a weird fact about Evan is, he likes the cold.
    
He is kinda wimpy sometimes, seems like the kinda bitch that would want the heater on in summer, but no he actually likes the cold which is...weird....
   
I honked which made him jump and turn, making me smile and wave him over. He came up to the car and I rolled the window down. "It's Britney bitch." He rolled his eyes. "Ha, ha very funny," he said sarcastically, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Get in loser we're going shopping." "Oh my lord you're so gay." He said getting in and closing the door. I mean, he isn't wrong.

~Another Time Skip to school because I'm tired~

The car pulled up in the parking lot, and I glanced over at Evan to find him...puzzled? "What's wrong?" "Zoe's car isn't here." "What? Well maybe she's just sick?" "No, no, Zoe is barely ever sick and even if she is she'll got to school anyway." He seemed actually worried. "I'm sure she's ok Ev," I said.
    
He glanced back at me. "O-ok...thanks I'm probably just over reacting." He said and smiled at me. I felt my face go hot. The hell? Whatever it's probably nothing.

"No h0m0 (A/n THATS CENSORED DON'T WORRY! ITS JUST ZEROS) though." I said, and his smile dropped. "O-oh yeah sorry. See you after class." He squeaked and quickly got out of my car. Huh. Well that was weird.

-Evan's POV-

I mentally face palmed and just went into the building. I tried my best to keep my head down and not look at anyone, breathe in anyone's direction, or just be in 10 inches of them. I tried to look for Zoe though. Maybe she just parked somewhere else?
    
I was trying to think when I ran into someone. "O-oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" "Oh hi again Evan!" Oh thank god it was just Alexander. "Hi, hey did you happen to see Zoe Murphy anywhere?" I asked, wiping my palms on my pants.

He thought for a second. "No, I don't think I have sorry," "o-oh it's ok!" I squeaked and just rushed to class. Whatever it's fine, right? Right?

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Again I'm sorry about the self harm :( I know some people are sensitive about that kinda topic, and I'll try not to put it again