"Honestly Jared, stop being such a dick." Connor hissed in my direction, Evan was crying on the ground and it was my fault. I'm trying to protect him, I really am. I turn to leave.

"Don't c-come back. Ever." I hear Evan sob from behind me. It's a stab in the gut.

(Please I didn't mean it.)

I walk away silently, cursing at the fact that I chose today to hitch a ride with Connor. I sigh and begin my walk home, I start thinking. They told us in middle school that our soulmates could feel any extreme emotion the other felt. I wonder if he felt it, a tug in his stomach, a feeling of you fucked up. I reached my house and disappeared to my bedroom. I sighed and grabbed a marker pen. I knew he would read it.

Dear soulmate, I know you but alas you do not know me. That boy, Connor, he's your soulmate. Evan Hansen, the boy with two soulmates. I'm sorry you got stuck with me as one of them. Maybe you can't tell but this is a goodbye letter, hopefully. I hate myself, and I hate living.

I dropped the pen onto the floor and grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills from my bedside table. I poured out a handful and tossed them into my mouth. I washed them down with a bottle of water, after which I placed back down. I picked up a razor blade that laid next to me…

Evan's POV~~

I sat silently and watched as neatly scribbled words appear on my skin, a warning bell rang in my head.

This is a goodbye letter,

"Connor pass me a marker!" I gasped.

Don't do it. Please, I don't know what happened to you or why I have two soulmates but, life is worth it.

My arm started to feel tingly and harsh red lines appeared along it two going vertically, the rest horizontal.

"Fuck! Connor what do I do?" I panicked.

Connor grabbed the pen.

I have no fucking clue if this'll work but if Evan has two soulmates we must all be linked. Please stop hurting yourself.

I have no intention being here any longer, I'm tired and my blood looks pretty.

The handwriting was smudged. As the person on the other end was struggling to stay awake.

Jared's POV~~

I think I'm close to passing out. I hope I'm close to dying. I hear a knock against my bedroom door, I hear my mother scream. My world goes black.

Connor's POV~~

Evan's phone starts to ring. I check caller ID, it's Jared. We're angry but I pick up anyway, ready to give him an earful. I put the phone on loudspeaker.

"Jared's at the- the hospital, he t-ried to k-k-." Jared's mother says, she's crying.

We don't need to hear the end of the sentence…

Jared's ma's POV~~

"Jared, Jared! Wake up." He's lying on his bedroom floor. I'm stood in front of him, I need to call an ambulance.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My son, tried to-" Deep breath.

"-kill himself. H-he's bleeding, and there's pills." I cry.

"Where are you ma'am?"

"(address…)"

"We'll dispatch an ambulance right away."

They arrive and take him away in an ambulance, I let myself cry as they strap an oxygen mask over his mouth. The paramedics are saying numbers, I don't really understand them. They roll bandages around his still bleeding arms.

I think about his friends, they deserve to know, I'm holding his phone in my hand and I scroll through the contacts.

Evan Hansen [Call]

I click the call button. It rings once and he picks up.

"Jared's at the- the hospital, he t-ried to k-k-." I can't finish the sentence.

"R-really?" Evan whispers.

"Come on Ev, Jared needs us." I hear another boy say.

"O-okay." I hear Evan say.

"We'll be there ASAP." The other boy says before hanging up.

I'm sat by his bedside in total silence. The two of them arrive and I step out, they need time.

Connor's POV~~

We watch him silently, it's almost wrong. He's the most lively of all of us. And right now, he looks like a fucking corpse. The doctors are having to pump his stomach, they say he took sleeping pills. There's an electrocardiogram by his bedside. His heartbeat's slow. A machine breathes for him, he's not strong enough to do so on his own.

Evan shuffles over a plastic seat to Jared's bedside.

"Please Jared, wake up." He sobs.

"We didn't mean it." He whispers.

"Jared, I don't know if you can hear me. But you're an idiot." I sigh. Dragging over another chair.

"We've been through so much together, this isn't where our story ends." Evan cries.

"I'm sorry but visiting hours are over." A nurse says, sweetly peaking around the door.

We nod and leave the room, and Jared. He's cold and lifeless. A sigh escapes me.

Jared's POV, like in his brain~~
(Basically, it's a dream sequence.)

I watched them hold hands, I watched them kiss and cuddle.

"I'm so glad we ditched him." They'd say.

They'd go on dates to that old meadow, and I'd walk around town.

I'd sit alone in the park, a cigarette perched in my fingers. My arms are scarred, my knuckles are bruised, my lip's split.

They pass me in the hallway, they look at me as if I'm discarded trash, and sometimes I feel just like that. All I am is a plastic bag caught on the wind, drifting around silently and getting battered.

I walk through a graveyard that I never knew existed. All the graves seem normal bar one. One with a glowing aura, beckoning me to its presence.

Jared Kleinman

Nov 12 1999

July 28 2017

That couldn't be right, that was a week from now. Someone tugs on my shirt and I turn around. A little girl with pigtails wearing her Sunday best.

"Wake up, or that'll be you." She advises.

"What do you mean wake up? I'm awake now." I say, I'm clearly awake.

"They'll take you off life support." She whispers before turning around. I watch her skip off between the gravestones. She sits atop one of them and fades from existence. I rush over to where she was just sat.

Elizabeth Cooper

January 4 1890

September 5 1898

I stare down the grave as the sun begins to set.

"Wake up!" Echoes through the emptiness. People begin to rise from their tombs.

"Wake up!" They yell. The words ring in my ears.

My eyes rush open and I bolt upright…