She's Broken

Prolouge

Aria POV
My name is Aria Montgomery. I live in Rosewood, Pennsylvania. My Parents are divorced do to my Father cheating on my Mother with one of his students. My Brother, Mike, took the divorce the hardest at least that is what everyone believes. He became depressed, stopped speaking, became aggressive and never left his bedroom. They assumed it was harder for him since he hadn't known about the affair like I had. I kept the secret for years to protect my Cowardly Father. Did anyone even ask me if I was okay? No.

My best friend, Alison DiLaurentis, went missing. After her disappearance, the rest of the girls and I drifted apart. Hanna Marin, Spencer Hastings, Emily Fields and I were best friends to each other and Ali. A year after her disappearance they found her. Well her body. She was murdered. This made things worse for me. No one understood this, Ali and I were like sisters we did everything together. Literally everything. We knew everything about each other. She was family.

I couldn't handle all the drama in my life. I became severely depressed. I began to cut. At first it was minor nothing big. Until I couldn't stop. I was addicted. It was my drug. I stopped eating and eventually developed an eating disorder. Only two people know about this. My tormentor/stalker. He/She/it/Bitch knows all my deepest darkest secrets, every lie I've ever told, my insecurities. They are my worst nightmare. Even more than myself.

The other person who knows is the love of my life. Ezra Fitz. Ezra and I met in a bar at Hollis College. We had a lot in common and let's just say we ended the night in the bathroom making out. Little did we know our lives were going to change forever. Ezra Fitz was Mr. Fitz on Monday Morning. He was my High School English Teacher. We had a student-teacher relationship while he worked there until he took a job at Hollis. We were free. We were tired of hiding so we decided to tell my Parents about our relationship. They banned me and Ezra from being together. This only happened this morning and I feel like it's been an eternity. I was sent to my room after Ezra left. I laid in bed crying for hours until eventually I couldn't take it anymore.

I opened the door to my bathroom and picked up the loose floorboard. I hide a box of 20 different bloody razors. I took on out and sliced to my wrist. It hurt the first few times. But now I'm used to it. I can't feel the pain anymore. Ezra was the one thing keeping me alive but not anymore. Not after this. My Parents don't understand. They never have. They never will. They don't care. I'm just the mistake child. I shouldn't have been born. Then I would be happy. Everyone would be. They are better of without me. I am tired of feeling this way. I can't do it anymore. I keep slicing when all of a sudden my bathroom door opens. Someone I would never imagine to see is standing here.

"Jason? W-what are you doing here?" I ask. I can feel tears forming in my eyes. One more person knows my dirty secret.

"Your Parents went out they asked me to make sure you didn't leave the house. Aria, why are you doing this?" Jason asks concerned. I look at him trying to figure out a good lie. I can't think of one.

"It doesn't matter, just please pretend you didn't see anything." I plead. Jason stares at me, then my wrists, then to my razors.

"I won't tell anyone. And I'm not going to forget. I'm not going to let my Best Friend keep hurting herself." Jason says.

"Why not? Nobody needs me. I'm just a mistake." I say I bring the razor up to my wrist when Jason grabs my hand he takes the razor away from me and puts it in the box with the others.

"I'm taking these razors. I am going to help you get through this." Jason says. Why is he even doing this?

"Okay. Jason, how do you know how to help me?" I question. Jason looks at me with a surprised look on his face.

"I thought you knew." Jason says confused. I stare at him shocked. What does he mean?

"What?" I question. He looks down at his hands then returns his gaze back to me.

"Ali had problems too." Jason tells me. My mouth opens wide. Ali was like me? Why? She had the perfect life. Didn't she?