Roommates | A Sashannarcy Story |

Chapter 6 : Strawberry Pop-Tarts

"Hey," Marcy spoke up as she walked into the room, seeing Anne and Sasha sitting down on the soft plush rug the Slavic woman rolled out about twenty minutes ago. The two sitting immediately looked back at her voice, Marcy couldn't help but blush at the attention, nervously rubbing her arm as she mumbled the rest of her sentence, "I'm uh... I'm ready to talk now..."

Sasha and Anne were starting to get up to walk to her, but the ravenette stopped them by hurrying towards them and sitting on the rug alongside them.

Sasha put a gentle hand on Marcy's knee after she sat down—and stayed there for a moment, just looking nervously at her lap—smiling at the girl sweetly, "Go on Mars, we're listening."

Marcy sighed, fumbling with her thumbs as she silently voiced out, "I-..." she swallowed, "I'm sorry I freaked out like that, and I'm sorry if I scared you..."

Anne gave her a sweet, understanding smile, bringing her hand to the Taiwanese girl's face so she could gently tuck a piece of her black hair behind her triple-pierced ear. "It's okay Mars; besides, you didn't really scare us, just... worried us."

Marcy brought her knee's to her chest and hugged them tightly at Anne's words, mumbling out with small tears forming in her eyes, "...I'm sorry I worried you..."

Anne moved her hand from Marcy's ear, to her trembling chin, bringing up her head as she rushed out, "No! no, no, no Marce, don't cry, it's okay." Sasha gave the ravenette a warm grin as she wiped away her barely dripping tears, "And stop apologizing, we just wanna help you feel better. Think you can tell us what's wrong?"

Marcy couldn't help but snicker, joking out with a teary, semi-chocked up, "Sash, your psyche degree is showing~"

Anne and Sasha bursted into a small fit of giggles from her comment, Marcy joining them for a bit until they stopped laughing. Marcy sighed, knowing she'll finally have to 'spill the beans' as she would put it, "But um... after we got back from Amphibia and I moved, I kept hearing the erm... the Core..." she whispered.

"I told my parents about it, so they took me to a doctor that gave me those pills I took earlier, they're supposed to help with auditory hallucinations, and I've been on them for about nine years, and they did help!" She assured before hugging her legs closer, putting her chin on top of her tan knees, "Until um... until recently..."

The two other girls shared a worried glance with each other as Marcy continued to explain, "I just didn't like the idea of being medicated, I don't like relying on things like that." she shrugged, putting her legs out as she said—a bit sadder than her previous sentence—"But when I don't take it, the voices get worse, and worse, and worse..."

Marcy put her hands on her face—that still had Anne and Sasha's hands on it, so she grabbed those hands and held them tightly. "So, I'm just gonna go back to the medicine, I kinda forgot how um... awful... the voices were..." she grinned at the two, trying to get rid of the serious atmosphere they found themselves in by saying, "Plus, you won't have to worry about me freaking out like that anymore!"

Unfortunately, Anne still had one more question she had to have answered.

"Do you think it's the..." she mumbled, looking down at the rug beneath them for a moment before looking up at the ravenette with furrowed brows, "...the um ...real Core?"

Marcy simply shook her head in the negative, even though she knew that was a lie, what they didn't know couldn't hurt them; and in Marcy's opinion, it would be better for everyone if they weren't scared for her—or even worse, of her—it just seemed the most logical.

Sasha put her free hand on her hip, she sat up tall as she looked at her girls with a relieved grin, "Well! that's good news, huh?" Anne nodded in agreement, placing the hand that Marcy wasn't already holding onto the small pile of the two's tangled hands, "If you want, we could take you to a doctor, and maybe they can get you something other than pills?"