Ok, so if you have read any of my stories/my bio, then you know about Chelsey. Chelsey is my bestie, she had this idea one night, and I decided it would be fun if we both made our own version, and have you guys read them and leave a review telling us who did better! It's a little competition! Since you're here, read mine, then find Chelsey's profile, IHopeThatYouBurrn, and read her story titled: Two Choices, and review on at least one. Thank you for reading and participating! I don't own Dear Evan Hansen.

TRIGGER WARNING! Attempted suicide.


The bracelets. Life and death. Life on our left wrist, Death on the right. Everyday we must choose, life or death. It's the way our society works. Once one dies, another is born. My parents have always been told us never choose death at the end of the day unless instructed by the elders, my brother Connor chose Death, the time following was awful.

Today was hard. I went through a rough break up. Miguel called off the engagement. I am heart broken. He screamed. Saying it was my fault, how? It was a lot like when Evan broke up with me. I still love him. Never stopped. The voices in my head are overwhelming, begging me to choose Death. Yet my heart told me Life.

Today, I can't. I choose Death. The world around me fades away like dripping paint. The world rebuilds itself. Now I stand on a bridge, I grip the railing. Before my eyes, I see flashbacks of when I was with Evan.


"Can we not talk about Connor all the time? Can it be us? And only us?" I asked, we were at Evan's house.

"It can be us, we can try that," Evan smiled.


"Careful, the road's rocky ahead," Evan warned as he had his hands over my eyes as we walked through Ellington Park.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"It's a surprise! We're almost there," Evan said for the millionth time, I could almost hear his beautiful smile in his voice.


"CONNOR DIDN'T WRITE THAT!" Evan yelled, he sounded annoyed.

"What?" My mom, Cynthia, asked.

"Connor didn't, write that, I did," Evan insisted.

"What do you mean? Yes he did Evan, look, right here, 'Dear Evan Hansen'!" Cynthia shoved the paper in his face.

"I know, it was a dumb therapy assignment, Connor took it off the printer and ran off with it. He saw. He saw, Zoe's name and…" His voice trailed off.

The memories stopped, there were tears streaming down my face. Jump a voice in my head told me, Jump. I'm about to, when a hand rests on mine.


"Zoe? Zoe Murphy?" I turn and look.

"Evan? Is it you?" I ask. He nods.

"Here," He tries to help me over the railing, but I persist.

"No, Evan, please, I have to do this!" I say looking into Evan's eyes.

"Zoe please, it's not too late to choose Life! Please stay with me!" Evan pleads, the look in his eye is something of fear, and returned love.

"Evan, life is crazy and I can't I-I can't Evan, please let me do this!" I beg, his grasp tightens on my arm.

"Zoe I came here to do the same thing, but when I saw you, I suddenly didn't want to jump anymore." Evan's eyes flooded with tears. "Zoe, you're why I didn't jump, don't give up on me now! I love you, Zoe."

"I'm sorry Evan," My vision is blocked by yet another wall of tears. "Evan, I need to, you don't understand, I never stopped loving you! I wish things were different, I really do, but they aren't. This is the life I've been given, if there were a way to change things, I wouldn't be here right now." Evan puts one arm behind my back, and holds to the railing, encasing me.

"Zoe, please, come with me, choose Life today, then we can go, be happy, together, I regret leaving you! I never should have done any of that, and I know." Evan begins to pull me over the railing. I allow it. "C'mon, hit Life, we're running out of time!"

I embrace him, letting the tears fall off my face and stain his shirt.

JUMP! DO IT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! The voice is screaming. The feeling is overwhelming, I want it all to stop, I want all of it to disappear, I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy.

"I'm sorry Evan," I whisper, barely able to be heard. I turn and jump on the railing. Once I stand on the other side, I wave goodbye. "I'm sorry,"

And with that, I fall backward, my mind racing a thousand miles per second.

Someone grabs my arm. I'm hanging from my left wrist, a thousand feet up. I look up to see a trembling Evan. "Evan please," I say trying to shake off his grasp. It only tightens.

"Zoe, you are the one good thing to EVER happen to me! I couldn't ask for someone more perfect. If I let you do this, I wouldn't be able to live with myself." Evan's tears fall on to my face and fall down my arm.

"Then come with me," I mutter.

"Zoe, things can change. Remember what happened with Connor?"

"DON'T BRING HIM INTO THIS!" I scream, it startled him, I take this chance. I begin to fall, Evan falling with me, he bends my finger down. My finger hits the word LIFE engraved into a small metal circle.

The world falls apart, and I'm lying on the cold tiled floor of city hall.

A crying figure appears next to me. "EVAN!" I rush to him and wrap my arms around him. "Thank you," I mutter, so quiet I can't even hear myself.

Evan looks up at me. His eyes filled with fear and tears. He nodded, "I thought I'd at least try to fix things,"

Evan and I went home, he came to my place, we didn't say much, our minds in shock from the previous events. I want to curl up and hide in my room. There in my bed still sobbing tomorrow, and through the day. But I lean my head on Evan as we sit on the couch, his arms around me, it feels nice to not be here alone.

I think of all the good times I had with Evan, all the laughs we shared, all the time we spent, the tears I cried when he broke his arm. Now I think of how he saved me, the extent he went to to stop me. And how my presence stopped him from making the mistake I almost did.

Evan's cheek is blessed with a kiss before I fall asleep.


Yay! I love a happy ending, but I'm bad at writing those, so you got whatever that is. Please go find Chelsey's! Her profile is IHopeThatYouBurrn, read her story, tell us who's you like more. I'm going on vacation, and I won't be able to update, but I will work non-stop when I get back. Thank you for reading and reviewing the winner! By the way, by no means is suicide EVER appropriate. Everyone has a purpose, and I believe that all it takes is a little time to discover, and Dear Evan Hansen shows that. Connor is an example of how life CAN go wrong (if you let it), and Evan's life is an example of how life CAN go right. I know i'm not the best with words, and these sentences probably won't mean much, but it's an attempt. I wish no one had to go through any of this, but life happens, please understand, that people who do survive, do regret their actions. Please please please remember that you are NOT alone, and that you can speak up and get help, you aren't the only one going through this.

Ok, sorry for that, make sure to find Chelsey's and review! Love you all!

-Bettyslilcrazy22