The Worst Of Me(Treebros)

Chapter Twenty-Two: When A Rumor Spreads, Things Get Messy

A rope.

Connor took it and started to....create something. How did he know how to make a noose? Well, my friend, when you're suicidal, you learn many things.

Connor finished it and took it upstairs to his room. He thought about writing a note, was it worth it? Who would he write it to?

After about a minute, Connor sighed, grabbed a pencil and started to write. He didn't write much, he didn't want to waste any more time.

To: Zoe

Heh, never thought this would happen, right? I want to know that when you're reading this, you'll be drowning it in tears. But that's impossible, I'm nothing. So why should you?

I love you, Zoe. Remember that okay? Don't ever forget it. And don't ever forget me.

I'm sorry for all the years of abuse. I was high, and took my anger out on you, my own little sister. I'm so sorry.

Don't let anyone forget me, please.

Love,
Connor

Placing down the pencil, Connor reread it and tucked it into an envelope. He thought for a moment, should he write one to his parents?

To: Parental units

I love you. I can't say much here, but I just wanted to say that I love you. Even if Larry was a bitch most of my life, he at least accepted the fact I was gay, and that was perfectly fine.

Cynthia, I know you tried. You tried to our family together, but sometimes there's just that one puzzle price that will never fit in with the rest.

Love,
Connor

These were fine. Short and nice. Then he wrote one last one.

To: Evan Hansen

Dear Evan Hansen,

This is going to be an amazing day, an amazing week, an amazing month, an amazing year, and an amazing life. Why? Because I'm not going to be in it anymore.

You're better off with out me, but let me explain first.

I didn't kiss Miguel, he kissed me. He forced me into it and pushed both of us back into the locker. I didn't want to loose balance, so instinctively I pushed my hands up to stop myself from falling.

And you just so happened to be there to see it at that moment.

I'm sorry. You're mad at me right? Of course you are, why wouldn't you be?

I love you. From that first day I met you-at the park-I knew we had a connection.

Our love is god.

But sometimes, the world just isn't fair. Things happened, and everything falls apart.

I question myself, "Do you still love me?"

I'm sorry. And I love you, Evan Hansen.

You were my reason to stay.

And now you're gone.

Sincerely,
me

Connor was in tears at this point. He folded the letters up, stuffed it into an envelope, and took a deep breath.

Placing the letter on the floor, Connor hung the noose up. He grabbed his chair, positioning it underneath the hanging rope.

He wasn't scared.

The only scary thing about this  was that he wasn't scared at all.

He wrapped the rope around his neck, wincing a little at the stiffness of it.

"Connor? Are you home?" A sleepy raspy voice called. Connor stared panicking. Zoe was sick and home, he was so stupid!

"Connor? I know you're here. Why'd did you skip school?"

Footsteps have never felt so terrifying.

He didn't want Zoe to stop him. He didn't her to see the worst of him.

So he did it. He jumped and pushed the chair behind him as the door opened.

The last thing he heard was Zoe's screaming before he blacked out.

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Thanks for reading! Don't worry, I'm making a sequel! Will there be a happy ending? You decide! I can't say thank you enough. This means a lot to know that someone has made this far along the book. Even finish it.

Thank you. And I'll see you tomorrow with the sequel!