One Shots

Dear Evan Hansen

[Author's note: I am so sorry that the first one shot isn't about a ship. I'll try to make more ship related one shots, I just didn't have enough inspiration for a ship one shot. Again, I am so sorry]

Evan's POV

I ran into the forest again, hoping that they decided to leave me alone. It's the third time this week. I turned around to see if they were still following me. I calmed down when I saw that they weren't, but being the paranoid freak that I am, I decided to climb the tallest tree I could find, just in case they came back.
Once I got to the top of the tree, I started thinking about what they did to me. While thinking about the things they did to hurt me, I rolled up my sleeve what happened. I frowned when I saw a purple bruise. I suddenly remembered what they did these past years.
'Why?' I thought to myself 'Why me? Why won't they leave me alone?' I looked down from the tree 'Maybe if I died, like they keep telling me to, I would end my suffering. I'm the reason why my mom always has to work. I'm the reason why my dad left us. Everyone would be happy if I was gone. No one needs me here. No one would care'. I stood up and-
"Evan, wake up!" I opened my eyes and realized that I needed to go to school. I quickly got dressed then ran down the stairs and went out of the house. I went outside to see that the bus left without me. I ran after the bus, frantically waving my hands, hoping that the driver would notice and stop.
He didn't.
By the time the bus driver noticed me, we already got to the school. I stood still, tired due to the running. Once I caught my breath, I walked into the building, realizing that no one except for me was left. I walked up to my locker, and took my books out. Before I closed my locker, I heard someone's voice ringing through the hall. "Look guys, it's the freak!" Oh no. Why can't they leave me alone for at least one day? I decided to listen to my therapist's advice, and ask them to stop.

I closed my locker, took a deep breath, and told them "P-Please, just l-leave me alone". I hated my stupid stuttering.
"You think we'll listen to you? Do you think we're some stupid pushovers?" the leader of the group told me. "M-maybe?" I muttered under my breath, hoping they didn't hear me. "WHAT DID YOU SAY, PRICK?!" The leader looked mad.
I instantly regretted speaking.
I started crying as they kicked me while I was on the ground. Once they were done, they shoved me into the janitor's closet and locked it. I couldn't just wait for the janitor to come in, because he was fired yesterday morning for cooking a student's dog to make biscuits. Besides, even if he wasn't fired, he would kill me if he saw me in here. So I waited until lunch. After hours of waiting, the students finally came out for lunch. I tried banging on the door's small window and waving to catch the attention of one of the students, but after so many tries, no one saw me.