Oh boy. Because I'm evil I gonna do #1 (aka the suffering for everyone) I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. Here we go.

Evan was "relaxing" on the couch. Evan was never really relaxed. He was in a relationship... an abusive relationship.... At first it was happily ever after but then his boyfriend started lashing out. Evan loved Connor dearly and Connor felt the same way, but anxiety doesn't mix well with bipolar disorder and depression, Especially undiagnosed and untreated bipolar disorder and depression. Connor was currently in the bathroom and Evan was trying not to cry.  Connor had just called Evan clingy. He didn't mean anything by it, he just had an outburst, I mean he did apologize, it's just the damage was done. He was going to the bathroom to take care of something. He did that alot. Evan never knew why or what he did, but he did it often. Evan tried to focus on the t.v. there were some ads playing, he didn't care much about the mountain dew ad playing. When the ad changed however he did care.

"Are you or someone you care about being physically or emotionally abused? If yes call the number displayed on the screen. We are here for you and you are always welcome."

Evan thought for a moment. He took a picture of the T.V. right before the commercial changed and Connor came back in the room with a shaky smile on his face. Evan tried to smile but it wasn't really working.

"Y-you okay?" Connor nodded and sat next to Evan. he hugged him close and kissed the top of his head.

"Sorry for snapping at you and calling you clingy and whatever." he mumbled. Connor didn't like apologizing but he always did with Evan. he cared about him so much he just couldn't control himself.

"I-i-it's okay." Evan was lying and Connor knew it. He felt like shit but he already punished himself. "D-do you want s-some food?"

"Sure." Evan got up and offered his hand to help Connor,  which he accepted. Evan grabbed his wrist and Connor winced.

"A-are you okay?" Evan tried to lift up Connor's sleeve to see what was hurting him but before he could he felt a sharp pain shoot through his face. There was a bright red handprint on his left cheek and his nose was a little bloody. Evan's hands shot to his face to see if he was bleeding, and he was.

"Son of a..." he looked at his bloody hand while Connor looked at his, horrified at what he had just done.

"Evan I-" Evan was stumbling to the kitchen to get some ice.

"It's okay con, it happens." he was forcing a smile. He knew this wasn't normal, but he loved Connor to much to admit it. He put the ice on his face and cleaned up the blood while Connor hadn't moved an inch. He knew he needed to break up with Evan, for Evan's health but... he couldn't. He was too selfish. Evan came back. The handprint was fading and was now more of a pinkish color.

"C-c-can I see you wrist?"

"NO!" Connor towered over Evan making that much more intimidating. "Why do you even care huh?!"

"I-I'm s-s-sorry!"

"No your not! You do this all the time!"

"I'm sorry please don't hurt me again!"

"DO YOU THINK SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH ME?!"

"N-no!"

"WHY ARE YOU STUTTERING?! ARE YOU LYING TO ME?!"

"N-NO!" Connor punched Evan in the stomach and Evan fell to his knees and started to cough up blood. Connor's anger morphed into horror and worry. He didn't know what to do, what to say. So he ran, all the way to his house praying that Evan would be okay.

~time skip brought to you by me listing to comic relief songs while writing this. Wth is wrong with me?!~

Evan was lying on the floor in a small puddle of his own blood. He loved Connor but this couldn't keep happening. He took out his phone and called the number from T.V. he wasn't quite so oriented, so it was hard but he did anyway. The lady on the phone told him that they had a support group that met every wednesday from 4:00-7:30.  Today was Tuesday. He knew what he had to do.

The next day at school Connor avoided him. He ignored him when Evan tried to talk to him, he did his best not to make eye-contact, though Evan did catch him staring a couple times. Jared also seemed a little unresponsive but then again they did have a history project due tomorrow and Jared probably stayed up all night trying to finish. School was slow and painful and Evan spent the entire day worrying about the support group. After school he walked to the address. It was only around a mile away so he could walk. It was a tiny white building. His hands were sweaty and he was shaking. He slowly entered the building. There were many rooms, they had a drug rehab center, group therapy, and a bunch of stuff. He made his way to room 26 and saw that there was already a brunet boy in a blue jacket, a red white and blue t-shirt, jeans and converse who was talking to himself, telling some guy named squip to shut up. There was a girl with black hair in a short skirt wearing a bright blue jacket with... shoulder pads? And matching knee-high socks. Evan awkwardly sat down in one of the chairs and hoped he wasn't noticed, but the boy came up to him and introduced himself. Jeremy seemed nice but he kept muttering things to himself. The girl also approached them and started a conversation. Her name was veronica. A few other people came in but Evan stayed with them. A woman came in and introduced herself as Kate. she was apparently the one running this thing. She told each of us to state our name and why we were there. Evan practiced what he was gonna say in his head until his turn.

"I'm Patty Miller. My husband has been physically hurting me and I can't afford divorce." everyone said I'm sorry and hugged her and comforted her in other ways.

"I'm Joe Winter's and my father sometimes locks me in the closet when I do something he doesn't like." the same thing happened.

"I'm Veronica Sawyer and my boyfriend has... threatened to... hurt my friends."

"I'm Jeremy Heere and I uh have a... friend who is trying to help me be popular but is pushing me away from best friend and insults me and physically zaps me when I don't do what he says." Jeremy's hand shot to the back of his neck as he let out a small yelp. "Um a mosquito bit me?" he said. Everyone shrugged it off and comforted him a little.

"Uh I-I'm Evan H-Hansen and m-my boyfriend has anger issues and uh sometimes hurts me..." it was painful to say. Everyone patted Evan's shoulder and  hugged him and told him everything was okay. And it was nice.

~time skip brought to you by me being an antisocial potato~

~Evan's pov~

I'd been going to the group for around a month now. Jeremy and Veronica had both exchanged phone numbers with me and if anyone asked we were cousins. I was over at connor's house, he hadn't had an outburst in a week but he seemed very high strung and nervous all the time and when he wasn't he was spaced out. I was in the kitchen getting us some snacks while talking to Zoe about some math test that we both barely passed. Connor came down stairs holding my phone fuming.

"WHO THE HELL ARE JEREMY AND VERONICA AND WHY ARE THEY TEXTING YOU?!" he grabbed my collar and lifted me to eye level.

"Connor calm down."

"STAY OUT OF THIS ZOE!" she nodded and ran upstairs while I was shaking from fear.

"Th-they're m-my cousins."

"Oh... I'm sorry." he put me down and gave me my phone. "Why were they texting you?"

"I-I donno." I looked at the texts and saw that Veronica was having a breakdown and Jeremy was asking for backup. We calmed her down and I turned my attention back to Connor.

"How come I've never heard of these cousins before?" Evan had actually prepared for this question.

"They're on my dad's side. Jeremy reached out to me and we kinda became friends." he nodded only somewhat convinced but he decided to drop it.

~one week later~

Jeremy and Veronica had stopped coming to the group. Jeremy's "friend" had moved away and now his life was back to normal. Veronica's boyfriend was apparently arrested, and everyone seemed to be getting better. Everyone except me. Jeremy and Veronica had made me less anxious. Less anxious means Connor is calm. With them gone my life went back to normal, but not in a good way. Connor's addiction to pot had grown and his untreated anger issues had done the same. Outbreaks were more often and 10x as bad.  Life was hell for both of us. And it didn't make it any better when Connor found out about the support group.

~3rd pov~

Evan was on his knees in Connor's room crying and bleeding while Connor was yelling at him.

"I'M TRYING EVAN! I KNOW I'M NOT PERFECT BUT I'M NOT ABUSIVE!" all Evan could do was sob. "I'M SORRY I'M NOT ALL YOU HOPED FOR AND MORE!" Evan shakily stood up.

"W-w-well I'm s-sorry f-for being so b-broken that y-you feel the n-need to h-hurt me!" Evan never stood up for himself and frankly Connor was hurt. He tried to punch Evan but Evan dodged and pushed him back towards the window (which he didn't see). Connor tried to slap Evan but instead, got kicked in the gut and went flying back hitting and cracking the glass.

"CONNOR!" Evan tried to grab Connor but he'd already fallen. Evan cried as he heard cynthia scream from down stairs and sirens wail. He didn't move. All he did was cry. He tried to process what just happened. He didn't move when Connor's mom came upstairs to see what happened. He didn't move when he felt handcuffs being put on his wrists. He just let it happen. He let it happen because he deserved it. He killed Connor. It was his fault he was gone, and because of that he deserved whatever hell was coming to him.