Treehouses -•{Treebros}•-

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'Dear Evan Hansen,
Today is going to be a good day and here's why. Today is going to be a good day because everything and everyone's going to ignore you. Today you can be you-and no one pays attention because of the newest wave of drama flowing across this small town. Other than that there is not anything else to list that says today's going to be a good day. If you wonder why- there are simply two words that sum it up.

Life sucks. I don't know how to put it any other way than; life simply sucks. I know I am supposed to write these letters to boost my self-confidence but I can't keep hiding from the truth. The truth that everything about this life sucks. I am most definitely NOT saying no one else's lives suck- there has to be someone in this town who has it worse than I do, but that does not mean life is hard.

I can't lie when I say chaos is slowly erupting in this town. I feel bad gossiping to a piece of paper but it's not like you'll tell anyone. Hopefully. Time to get back on topic. Chaos- yes. Referring back to previous letters you should know about the 'tree falling incident' I won't go too much into detail.

Then there is the Murphy kid- Connor Murphy. The talk of the town. The amazing story about how the beloved Zoe Murphy's rude older brother tried to overdose. I can't blame him though- he saw an escape and tried it out. In his case-it failed.

Now I must cut this short and end this on one last note. The final reason today is going to be a fantastic, wonderfully good day; and that's because today you are you, and that's enough.
Sincerely,
Me'

        Evan folded the paper in half- making a perfectly aligned fold. He then put it in a folder where he kept his notes- or the ones he wanted to keep private. He looked around his tidy room until his eyes laid on his backpack that was currently residing halfway under his bed. He opened it to put the folder away from where it shall hopefully stay safe.

As he was zipping up his bag he heard the beginning melody of 'Never gonna give you up' by Rick Astley being knocked against his door. This was usually a sign of his mother wanting to enter his room- she always did that melody so Evan knew it was her not anyone else. He walked to the door opened it just to be greeted with his mother holding a laundry basket. He moved out of the way to allow her to enter the room.

Evan's mother set the basked down on his bed and started to fold them into neat, organized piles. As she did that she asked the annual question for the day- "Did you write a letter for yourself today Evan?"

Evan smiled softly and nodded, "Yes- I did"

"Those letters are important- you have to make sure you do them every day to boost your self-confidence!"

Evan nodded, keeping the smile on his face. He was lucky to have a mother who cared so much. He knew others didn't have the same- that others didn't have parents who cared this much. This is one of the few things that make him lucky. Evans's mother Heidi finished folding his clothes- picking up Evans' pile and setting it on his dresser. Heidi then turned to him.

Evan, I need to head to my day job. Do you need a ride to school?" in response Evan shook his head no. He'd much rather walk instead. His other gave him a warm smile and walked over to give him a half hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Evans's mother headed to work and soon after Evan to school.

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        Connor stood on the edge of the roof.  After the hours on hours of harassment- questions on 'why did he survive' or 'why did you even try dumbass?'. He looked at the ground below him- he could just lean forward and end it for once, he slipped off his shoes- and inched closer to the edge- closing his eyes. He took a deep breath- slowly starting to lean forward when he heard it.

        "Don't jump!"

        Connor froze, backing up slightly and turning around. He looked at the boy who belonged to the voice- a boy he has seen in the halls every day. The boy wore a blue polo and a clean white cast. He looked shocked- like this wasn't normal. Well- it's not but still. Connors thoughts were interrupted by the boys voice.

        "Please step away from the edge," the boy spoke, fiddling with his shirts hem.

Connor didn't move a muscle, simply asking one question. "Why? Why should I? I have been non stop harassed ever since I got out of the hospital. I have no friends- my own family doesn't like me! I have nothing to love for-"

"Then make yourself something to live for!" The boy quickly interrupted Connor- looking like he regretted it instantly. "I-I mean, look... life I-is rough- and seems like you can't go on anymore at times, but you can't just give up! You... you can still live! Make your life one you want to live in."

Connor was frozen in shock- no one had ever done this for him. No one had ever gone out of their way to stop him from doing something like this. Some people even encouraged him- but not this kid. He stopped him. Soon Connor took in a deep breath and moved away from the edge towards the boy. Of course he sucked at human interaction but this was the least he could do. He wrapped his arms around the casted boy- who seemed shocked by this.

"Thank you..." is all Connor mumbled, trying not to smile. He couldn't describe this emotion- it was something... new? Yeah- new. Connor flinched as he felt the boy wrap an arm around of him.

Soon Connor backed away- seeing the boy somewhat frozen. He simply waved a hand in front of his face- the boy jumping and mumbling an apology.

Seeing no point in staying any longer- Connor went to walk away but was interrupted by a small tug on his sleeve and the boy holding a thin piece of paper. "H-hey- text me next t-time you feel l-like.. you know- or Uh- when you n-need someone to talk to"

Connor took the paper- seeing a phone number on it. He gave a soft smiled and nodded- "I will" and with that, he was off.