Evan was silent at the dinner table. He picked at his dinner while his mother's, Heidi, silverware clattered against her plate. With his right hand, he moved his fork around, having it scraping against his plate. Though with his left hand, his arm was in a unmovable cast being cradled in his lap. The memory of how he broke his arm, it, it still haunts him, the feeling of that day...

Evan slowly walked through the old orchard, the wind gently blowing through the sea of grass. His legs felt heavy as trudge on. Evan's mind was still conscious, but numb. Did any of it really mattered? His mind was exactly focus until he reached the tallest tree in the entire place. Letting out a breath, he grabbed on to the tree and started climbing up.

Evan climbed...

Climbed...

Climbed...

Climbed... til he couldn't.

Evan looked down from the distance of himself and the earth. Legs wobbling, he stood the thick branch of the tree. He kept reminding himself that he has to do this. Nobody ever pay attentions to his dilemmas, his psychologist, his "friend" Jared,... not even his mom. Everyone would be, better off if he just disappeared. And so, he let himself go. It almost felt nice, the wind rushing pass his skins and the smell of the nature filled his nose, but then everything stops.

Evan blinks as his head swims. The sun was shining on his face. He found himself on the ground, his arm felt numb. Sitting himself, Evan looks around to see, no one. No one was there, he was still at the orchard, and alive. Tears were starting to prick his eyes, but it wasn't because of his arm. Evan shakingly got on his feet and started walking, clutching his broken limb.

There wasn't anyone to come for him, not even anyone to stop. Evan started to imagine would have happen if his neck did snap, his body probably wouldn't be found anyway.

Still not touching his dinner, he found himself thinking about school. Which was tomorrow. His mom want him to have a good first day, but he highly doubt that he would. But, she was so excited for him, how could he say no. Although, it was going to be a lonely day, even a lonely year.

"So Evan, big day tomorrow, huh?"

He snapped out of his thoughts to hear his mom talking.

Evan made quick eye contact, but then looked back down, "Um, y-yeah. B-becoming a s-senior."

Heidi gave a soft smile, "My boy, all growing up."

Evan only gave a weak smile back, a lump forming in the back of his throat, "M-mom? M-may I please g-go to b-bed? I n-need my rest f-for t-tomorrow."

Heidi got the message. That was Evan's nice way of saying, "I don't really want to talk anymore, but I don't want to be rude."

She nodded and Evan put his leftover into a tupreware, then headed upstairs. He could hear his mom sighing behind him. As he close the door to his room, Evan sat on the bed, cradling his arm, and looking at the stars painted across his ceiling. Why did he had to be such a fauliure? He couldn't even do a sucide right. Why did he needed to exsit ayaway. Forcing his eyes to look at his case, a voice was creeping into his mind,

Y͇̺̯̗̱̭̥͜o͔̦̙ͅù̩̝̰̱̹̙̗͖͝͞'̴̛̦̼͓͍̭̟r̸̗̱̣̜̣̮͎̜̳͡e̷͔̥̭̥̠͖͖̜̕ ̵͖͡w̠̦̝̝e̟͖͕͚̫̩͍͞a̵̲k̵͖͉̯͢͝

̞͉̻̟̜N̶̺̥ǫ̹̟̞̘̜͡͝b̨͈͈͇̼̤̙͟ợ̖̺̭̙̕ͅd͏͖͓̫͔͖͇͓͘ỵ̧͉̦͚͍̜͞ ̶̟ẁ̵̭̥̝͚à͏̘̠̲̗̞̬̹ͅn̖͍̘̬͖̤t̝̲͟s̤̘̼̞ ̱̻̳̕͝t̡̜̞̥̣̩̺̩͞͝ͅơ̘̙̯ ̝̬b̴̨͓̣̺̺͖̭̝͙͘e̷̶͉̯̳̝̘̤ͅ ͍̣͜͝f̠̖̮͈̰̟̘r̞̺i͓̪̯̹̲͔͇ẹ̴͓̤̣̫͇͇̹̭͜ǹ̷̟̭̕d̢̛̰͠ ̶̟̰͉̠̙͇̖͈̺ẃ̟͍͈̦̬͞ị̵̛̤͔̞t̸͈͖͞h̯͙͖̳̭̱̤͕͓͞ ̻͈̬͘͜ͅỳ̖̼̳̲̪̥͉̞o̧̝̦̣̳̳u҉͉͉̙͉̳

̰̯̳͕̠͚N̝̯̤̫o͖͇͓̥̥̳̮̮͘͝t̪̝h̶̵̶͖i̸͉͍̟̬͢͡n͓̯̣̮g̗̲͈̗̣ͅ ̝̼̱m̟̳̣̣̮̫̼o̖̳r̸̸̝̮̻̻̺̼̩e̟̪͉̜͚ ̨̞̱̻̮͉̱͖t̶̷̶̫̣͎͔͖͚̝̠̦h̡̥̀e͏̢͍̰̻̭ͅͅn̩̼̭̣ ̛̗̞̠̖̼̟̻͈͢a̵̵͇̱̭̗̺̪̲ s̻͔̞̖̜͢p̸̛͖̗̫̝ę̞̘̗̫͕͕c̢̰̫̬͔̬̠͖̀k̦͙̯̼͔̩͢͞

͞͏̲̰̥̯͓̙̲J́͡ų̯͔̪͖̰́͝s͓̱̩͍̣̹̕t̶̀ ̶̶̣̖͝ģ̻̗͍͕̯̝̦͉o̩̲͢ ̜̰̥̟͉̝̹̥a̶̻̻̣̺̙ͅw̺̘͔͙̗̺͙͞a̷͙̱͖͍̹͢͞y̷̧͏͙̲,̴̲̦͍͉̳̬ ̬̩͕̭͉̝͉m̷̞a͉͍̳̣͚k̵͎̫͉e̮̮̫̞͟ ̶͍̱̱̭͡ͅev̵̢̦͉̰͚er̵̥͉̙̜̳͚̘͎̜y̴̳̲̠̹͞o̳͢n̦͍̫̤͖e̱̦̟̗̩̮͔̫ ̠̟h͈̪͇̦͕̱̮̤͞ͅa̶̛̜̯̥̠̞͙̹͞p̭̕p̷̫̯̺̞̻͇͟͠y̢̙̯̰̩̭̜

͈͓T̀͜͏̖̦͇ͅh͖̝͘͞e̶͓̣̭͇̭͟r̤̬͚̻̬̠̗̖̦e̢͍̙̞̝ ͙̖̠͟į̵s͕͈͔̟̬̝͉̗͟ ̷̗̗̤̺̳͝n̛̤͈͜͡ó͓̟̩̲̣̻̤͢ ̴̧̣̞̫̭͕̟̲͟o͖̝̱̠̼̞̦̬̮͜n͚͉̱̖̹̱͙͇͞͡ḙ̶͍͚̝̪̘͎̜͝͝ ̧̲͖̙̘͔̪͠í̬̗̯͍̪̗n̬̞͙̰̟͙̣ ̷̡̭̮͡t̝̺̞̦͚̮͇͘h̤̫͎̰̜͈̘ͅͅe̸̴̟̭̫͈̤̦̦̹ ̷̨̞͙w̴̲̲o̞̗̣͈͔̝͎̺̗͡r̛̜͜l̡̞̦̺͔̙͔d͙̺ ̧̼͙̞̩̱̼̼̝̕t̶̼̞͎͕͉͓h̙̹̦̝̥̝̰͜a͍͖̩͔̳̰̮̹̭t̢͏̰̳̻̠ ̴̹̥w̶̨̰͖̲͈̝̘i̖̟͕̜̦̤͝l̢͉͡l͚̫ ̖̬̼̫͈̝͘l̵̨̢̻̪̞̘ͅo̮̩͍̻̙͕̦-̶̧̨̦̦͙͍̖̫

"Ow!" He yelped as something hard hit him in the head.

With his good hand, he nursed his burise and looked to see what hit him. A ball? Evan doesn't rmember having any kind of ball in his room. He leaned from his bed and picked it up. It was a dull pink and- Evan started to cough. It smelled like pot. The only reason he knew what it was because there kids at the highschool who smoked weed and pot.

"Evan, are you alright?" Heidi's voice came from downstairs.

"Y-*cough*-yes-*cough*!" Evan quickly replied.

As he studied it once more, he looked at the time, 9:23. He sighed. Might as well full-fill his word from early. Evan shut off the light and place the ball next to his clock. He continue to look at the ceiling and wonder of how the small object got into his room was on his mind as drifted off to sleep.