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Today started out as a normal day, or at least a normal first day of school for Evan. He wrote his stupid letter to himself for his therapist that is actually a blown out lie. It surprises him that she didn’t catch on to the repetitiveness in each and every letter. He walked to school instead of using the bus, because there are people on the bus and they would stare at his cast and that would make him uncomfortable and he’d start sweating. He expertly avoided contact, because he’s terrible at contact and if he does happen to be in contact of anyone his hands will get sweaty, then he gets sweaty and everyone could see that he’s sweaty and that would be catastrophic.
“Hey Evan!” Evan tensed up. Who was that, what did they want with him, is he in trouble? If he’s in trouble then- “Earth to Evan, are you there?” Evan snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to the person who was speaking. It was just Alana… “I noticed you have a cast on, are you okay?”
“Y-yeah...I’m f-fine. I-“
“Oh good! You know, I’m excited for this year! Maybe I’ll meet my soulmate! Soulmates are really fascinating you know! It’s still unexplained by science, and all we know is that once you touch your soulmate, you’ll be able to see color! Isn’t that interesting?”
“I-I mean I gue-guess, b-but-“
“Wait I gotta go, bye!” She vanished into the crowd of people walking. Evan sighs. Well that was a wonderful conversation… Evan and almost everyone else has been living in a dull, gray world. To see color, you’d have to make contact with your soulmate. It's not like Evan cares about that stuff anyways. He would probably never meet his soulmate, and even if he did, who would want to love someone as anxious and disgusting like him?
“Evan, buddy!” What now? He turns around to see Jared waving at him. “Dude, what happened to your arm?”
“W-well, I f-fell out of a tree.”
“What are you, an acorn?” Jared snickered. Evan uncomfortably laughed with him. “Oh hey, Connor~” Connor Murphy continues to walk by Jared. He would tell Jared to stop because he was being rude, but then he would get angry at him, and he’d tell the whole school that he’s friends with the “most likely to shoot up the school” kid, and- “Love the school shooter chic you’re rocking Connor!” Jared yelled at the poor boy. Connor turned around and glared at Jared with cold dead eyes. “That’s so funny! Can’t you see that I’m laughing?” Connor gritted out. The hallway cleared up to where there is only him, Jared, and Connor. Evan curled in on himself and stared at the floor.
Dontlookatmedontlookatmedontlookatmedontlookatme-
“What are you laughing at?” Shit… “You think this is funny?! You’re the freak!” Connor roughly put his hands on him. Time seemed to slow as everything around him became bright. Everything was not gray anymore. And it freaked him out. Evan closed his eyes and gripped at his hair. Noise around him was muffled and quiet, and all he could hear was the sound of his uneven breaths. Someone touched his shoulders. He tried to shake them off, but it didn’t work. What the hell was happening? Someone’s… Someone’s shouting at him. With the shouting, the contact, and the brightness, Evan couldn’t take it anymore. He passed out.