For Forever (Connor Murphy X Reader)

The New Disaster

My dad assured me the new highschool was going to be better, but if it was going to be any different, why did I ever have to sit in the auditorium for a suicide prevention assembly because a student tried to commit suicide the first day of school? Why I continued to trust my father is a mystery, that's for sure. 

The room was loud, meaning that nearly no one in that room actually gave a shit for the kid, Connor Murphy, who had tried and failed to commit suicide on the night of the first day of school. I had seen that same situation before, when Heather Chandler died, or when Rich was in the hospital for the fire. I already understood that I was reliving my other highschool traumas, in my new highschool. 

I sighed as I looked around at the kids sitting around me. Some were talking about Connor, how horrible it was and that they knew him and missed him. I knew that was bullshit, even if I was new. On the first few days of school, the one day that he was there, and the couple days after that the students was not informed of what happened, I heard all that I had to about Connor that made me know what everyone really thought about him. 

Others were talking as if it was a normal assembly, which I thought was actually more respectful than the ones who were lying about how they cared about him. 

The assembly started off with the principal saying that we knew well enough what happened, and that it was terrible and all of that. I barely paid attention as they played a video talking about suicide, and talking about the few kids in our school who had succeeded in the past. It all lasted from noon to when school let out, and it was still going on when the bell rang, and most of the students left even though one of the teachers was still talking. 

I watched them flock out through the double doors of the auditorium, sighing as I stood up from my seat.  I yelped when I heard fast footsteps near me, and opened my eyes to see an energetic looking girl standing in front of me. 

"My name is Alana Beck. You're Y/n, right? The new girl in school? I'm so sorry that you had to join the school when something so horrible happened," She spoke fast, and it startled me, taking me an extra beat of time to soak in what she had said before my brain was able to form a reasonable response. 

"It's al-,"

"Anyway," She started, reaching into her bag and shuffling through it for a moment. She pulled out a notepad and pen, scribbling down quickly and ripping the piece of paper out of the book, holding it out to me. " Here's my number. If you ever need anyone to talk to, then I'm here," She then ran off down the stairs, leaving me awestruck. It was ironic, really, saying she would be there, but she was already out the door by the time I looked down at the paper she had shoved in my hand. 

I crumpled the paper into a ball and shoved it in my bag before trotting down the stairs and out the door. The halls were bustling as kids were trying to get out of the school as fast as possible. I, on the other hand, was rather slow as I walked to my locker, grabbing my jacket, and leaving along with everyone else. 

I decided to do what a couple kids from my other schools, Jason Dean and Michael Mell, did when they were stressed. Went to Seven Eleven and got a slushy.

As I sat in the back of my truck, leaning on the trunk, I wondered what those two saw in doing what I was doing. What was so great that they did it all the time? To me, it was just a trip to the convenience store and a slushy on a hot day. I guess it was nice, but not all too great. 

No matter what I thought about it, I stayed there, in the parking lot in the back of my truck, slurping on my slushy until there was nothing left and I was sucking air from the bottom of the cup. I sighed, getting up and throwing the empty big gulp in the bottom of the back of the truck, and drove home.