We - Ourselves - Us

School

Indigo and Broken were sitting together in a history lesson, without a teacher in the room. A film was playing in black and white and neither of them were listening. These two were some of the closest in the group. Broken could appreciate how Indigo could sometimes struggle to care about everything, and Indigo could appreciate how Broken couldn't stand people. When they were together, they didn't normally speak much, occasionally asking the usual 'How was your day? Is everything OK? Anything funny happen today?' But neither of them were talkative people. One of the things that was special about their relationship was how accepting Broken was of how Indigo was missing one of their eyes. This was something that a few people in the group still struggled to get to grips with. It hadn't been something from birth, it had only been a few years ago. Indigo had got in a serious fight with people out of their level. They were trying to protect Asteroid, as he was being picked on. They thought that they could take them down single -handed, but things went wrong. Things went badly wrong. The enemy was armed, and Indigo was not. They were just a kid. They didn't stand a chance. Indigo didn't show how much it hurt them, but at the same time, was still thinking over everything themselves. They knew it would take them a long time to get over.

"Indigo, do you still miss Minty?" Broken asked quietly, which was a little out of the blue.

"Not really. I am not the kid she knew." The bluenette was caught of guard and they flinched a little.

"You are still you, though. And she would love you no matter what."

"No she wouldn't. She really wouldn't. And besides, there is no bringing her here."

Minty had been Indigo's best friend and adoptive sibling. Indigo had lost their parent's in a tragic accident shortly after they were born. Minty's family had been close friends and had once said that if anything happened to them, they wanted Indigo to be in that family's hands. But Indigo had once done something that sealed them away from the happy life they had once lived.  But none of this was related to why they never cared. That was their secret.

Broken looked sadly at her friend and put her hand on theirs, "I am here for you, Indigo. Don't forget that. Everyone is grateful for what you did-."

"Yeah, yeah. 'What I did was so great.' 'I don't deserve what happened' 'No one else would have been brave enough' Well, you can go to fucking Hell, Broken. It wasn't that  big a thing, you know? You don't have to act like your sorry.  I know you don't really mean that shit." Indigo turned away and folded their arms across their chest grumpily. Broken didn't bother responding. When Indigo was in a mood like this, it was best to leave them to it. They just needed to be alone. They were the type of person that would fix things when it mattered, and would also burn things into to tiny ashes when it mattered. Broken sighed and looked at the bluenette without saying anything.

As the bell went, Indigo made sure she got out before Broken did. They ran  to their next lesson, leaving their friend behind. She wouldn't get to see them until tomorrow so decided it would be better if she left them. She knew that Indigo had a lesson with two other people from the group next, so hopefully they would be able to calm them down. As people often say, the more the merrier.

Broken sat down in their next lesson and payed attention to every word people had to say. No one from the group was in the room with her, so she felt free to show of the colours they never saw. The group knew one side of her, the real side of her. Everyone else knew this quiet, slightly nerdy but incredibly  dark kid that was really unpopular. Only a few of those details were actually true. Broken was incredibly good at keeping different pieces of her hidden from different people. That was just one side of her.