(A.n what does the cover look like i fucked everything up and to me it looks just white because i added a pic there and... so if you see this just tell me kk)

Evan POV

Im vanoss, i know how to make everthing better. 'What do I do?'

⚠⚠TRIGGER WARNING⚠⚠

Look into the drawer next to the sink. I look in there to see a large collection of things, the thing that stood out was a knife. Grab that knife. I grab the knife and start playing with it and i start to twirl it on my finger. Cut your arm.

'WHAT i cant do that.' That will help you everyone will be happy it will be good.

I put the cold blade against my wrist and slide it across. Blood starts to slowly trickle down my my arm. The adrenaline runs right through my body. Again. I cut my arm with more blood going down my body. Again. I cut again and again and again even without Vanoss telling me to do so. Cut cut cut cut. I start going deeper and one cut spilled out more blood than usual. I had ripped a vein and it felt so good, I do it again and black out.

3rd person POV

*flashback*

"Please mommy pleeeeeease." Tiny evan asked. Evan was only 8 years old and everything was so perfect. He kept on tugging on his moms dress asking her if she can go to the store to buy some chips. "And can i come too pleaseeee." Evan asked again Tugging on her dress more, he was so tiny and his mother was so tall he was up to her waist. "Okay okay ill go only if i can go alone." She mumbled something under her breath and smiled. "Your dad will watch over you, so if you need him he will be in the bedroom sleeping." She walked over to the front of the house placing her hand on the doorknob. "Okay good-bye ill see you later." She opened the door and left.

2 hours later

Evans dad was already awake and he asked his son why his wife was taking to long long to come home. "She must be buying more than just chips well we do need more things." Evans dad told Evan patting and ruffling up the 8 year old's hair. A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Evans dad opened the door to see who it was. When he opened the door what he saw was not his wife but a police officer bowing his head with his police cap in his hand. "I hate to inform you but your wife was hit by a drunk driver, she died almost instantly, im sorry for your loss." Evans dad slammed the door shut. From this day on he was the meanest person ever, he would always hit his son, and yell at him.

*End of flashback*