MY STOMACH IS KILLING ME WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS

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"Ow! What the fuck?" Evan shouted as soon as the pillow made contact with his face.

"Sorry, Evan! You scared me!" David shouted, dramatically clutching his chest. "Wait, Evan?"

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Evan couldn't entirely recall how he ended up at the bottom of a dog pile, his friends practically breaking his ribs. All he knew was that somehow he ended up there.

Five years ago, this would've been one of his biggest fears, being in contact with so many people at once, but now? It was like a dream come true. He found a home.

"Alright, alright, I know you're happy to see me but can you please get off of me? I can feel my bones breaking." He said, his voice strained and wheezy.

Reluctantly, they slid off the hybrid one by one, allowing him to catch his breath as he lay on the floor.

"Nice to see you guys, too." He said, standing up once he was able to breathe normally. He brushed some dust off his jeans- luckily they still had the same amount of rips they had before he was tackled. He looked up at them, smirking. "So, who's got questions?"

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I was escorted into the classroom by a staff member, who would've been holding onto my arm to make sure I stayed if I hadn't slammed it against a locker. I'd play along, as long as no one tried to fuck with me.

I'm sure I was quite a sight to the 'innocent' teens sat at their desk, staring at the teacher as she teaches, until I walked in. The teacher stopped writing on the chalkboard, and heads swiveled to check me out.

Most turned away, whether it was my appearance or my facial expression, I have no clue.

My escort cleared his throat. "Um, Ms. Sunny, this is the new student." His voice quavered, as if speaking about me would make me hurt him more.

Ms. Sunny- what a stupid name- looked me over as well, she frowned for a fraction of a second before going back to smiling.

"Oh, yes! This must be Evan, please take a seat wherever you'd like!" Her voice was bright and cheery, but her smile was tight and almost forced, she even looked a bit scared.

My eyes searched the room for an empty desk, which was in the very back, exactly where I wanted it. As a plus, it was mostly away from everyone.

I started towards it, watching the students out of the corner of my eye flinch and I heard them take a sharp breath of air. I was scaring them.

Letting my bag drop to the floor, I slid into the seat carelessly, not even bothering to take out a pencil. I noticed that the person in front of me tended up as I kicked my legs out and let my feet hit the back of their chair. They even flinched.

Eventually, I decided to mess with everyone as they worked. I hummed the tune of a particularly creepy song, and I knew the teacher was holding her tongue, although she was begging to tell me off. Guess they warned her about me, about how far over the line I am.

Although, they think I'm way worse than I actually am. None of these bitches have probably thought of Hell as anything more than a place that will burn your entire fucking soul as soon as you think about it.

But I don't care. So what if they got it twisted, if they think I'm more of a hazard than I actually am. I'll be that guy, if it makes me stand out, if it makes everyone understand that I'm not like them.

I'll play the part, because it's the only way to get me the hell out of here.

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"Sounds like you took a fucking trip, like damn." Tyler said, looking at Evan as he finished explaining.

The hybrid scratched his neck. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He was trying to keep his emotions neutral, not too angel and not too demon. Which was way harder than it sounded.

He went over and sat next to Jonathan, which brought about the next set of questions.

"Shit, you guys made up?" Marcel exclaimed, jumping out of his seats.

"My OTP is back bitches!" David squealed, grabbing the nearest person to him- which was unfortunately Brian- and giving them a quick kiss.

"What the fuck?" Brian said, wiping his lips immediately as soon as he pulled away from his fellow Irish man.

David blushed. "Sorry, guess I just got excited." He murmured sheepishly, sitting away from Brian since he had just made things awkward.

Everyone else, however, was just laughing their asses off at the exchange.

"Priceless." Craig said, clutching his stomach as it began to sting from the laughter.

Evan only managed to produce a small chuckle, so many thoughts running through his head at the same time.

You should really be focusing on the problem, a part of him scolded himself, that part wanted to deal with everything right then and there.

Go on, have a bit of fun with the guys, it's been so long. Another part sympathized with him, wanting him to do what he would've done in a heartbeat if it were four years ago.

His facial expression most likely turned to a frown because almost immediately the laughter died out, and all attention was on him once again.

"Ev? What's wrong?" Craig asked, looking him up and down and trying to analyze the hybrid.

Evan shook his head. "Nothing, I'm just tired, my head also kind of hurts, nothing to worry about." It was silent for a few more seconds. "I'm just gonna go lay down." His voice turned quiet as he walked out of the living room and up the stairs.

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As soon as he was in what he was calling 'his room', Evan slowly slid down the door, closing his eyes and letting out a refreshing breath. This is what he needed. Everything out in the open. People knowing he needed some space. Supportive friends.

Yet, his calm didn't last, because nearly a second later he felt that all too familiar feeling of stress. It piled on top of him much like his friends had earlier. He hated it. It was such a weak feeling and it left him confused and distant, which explained his current personality.

That was another issue. His personality. Because, he didn't know who he was anymore. He thought he did, it used to be pretty obvious.

Before he was chosen to be a Guardian, he knew he was a demon, he was comfortable with that, it felt right. He despised angels, his parents, social interaction of any kind, and many other things that a demon would hate.

Then, he was a Guardian, and it was confusing at first because he had to be nice, to keep in a few snarky remarks and try to get along more with people, to be social. He got comfortable, but that was gone too.

He was a hybrid, although he kept it a secret for a bit, trying to pretend he wasn't different and that nothing was wrong except for the whole Jonathan thing, but that didn't last long either. Only getting a month of peaceful misery before he had to spill his guts in a cold cell, face to face with a demon and a DeathLynch , but he died. Again, there was bliss.

Then he woke up. It was white, and most definitely puke worthy, but, he didn't entirely hate it, although he would never admit to it. He still hated his parents- no matter how much good they did they would always be monsters in his eyes- and eventually he came to blame everything that happened on them.

If they hadn't died, Evan would have never have gone to that ceremony, he would've never have met anyone in this house, and he would live the rest of his miserable life in Hell, where he would spend an eternity in sorrow.

But that didn't happen, and he ended up in Heaven, where all this niceness and purity was shoved down his throat, but he pulled through.

Now, here he is, silent tears flowing down his face as his knees are pulled up to his chest, his back pressing against a door in his brother's house. No progress was made, he's still a wreck, a miserable wreck who had no idea who he was or what he was exactly doing there.

He's never gonna be this special thing that Heaven thought he was, or the Guardian that Hell chose him to be. And especially he's never gonna be the friend that everyone loves to be around, who goes to party and has fun and is super social and fearless.

Ever since he got back on Earth, there's always been this voice telling him he's useless, that he's not gonna make a difference and he's still gonna be that pathetic creature everyone disregards.

Honestly, he really should've stayed dead.