The world is constantly changing. New things are created and old ones die. Everything seems to be revolving on a big turntable never really staying the same. I seem to be the one exception to that.
Me. Just Evan Hansen. The guy with social anxiety. The guy who can't even ask his teachers for help with homework. Just lonely, awkward, Evan Hansen.
Nothing was ever right for me. Having my dad leave when I was seven. Then having a mom who never seems to be home. No friends. Total solitude. My decision to end it wasn't hard. I had no one to stop me either.
I made my way to the park. I knew exactly which tree I wanted. Step by step. Branch by branch. Tears were streaming down my face before I was perched on the highest branch I could reach. I had left a note for my mom on my bed. By the time she found it, I would be long gone. I slowly stood up as I prepared. Taking one last glance at the horizon, I jumped.
