Beautifully Broken

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Friends.
I don't think I ever truly had those.
More like people in passing.
Everyone in my school knew me based off my social media.
Happy, vibrant, always so positive with a hint of sarcasm and a beautiful smile.
But that was anything but the truth.
I was a cutter.
That's where it all started for me.
Cutting was my first source for an outlook for me to release all the internal pain I couldn't explain or nobody listened too.

"Hey Evie." Marble, my roommate said walking into our room.

"Hey Mars." I said giving her a half nod and a smile.

Marble was a recovery anorexic who almost died from too many dieting pills and falling off the side of her parents building. Breaking her hip, now she was in crutches and had little to no feeling on her left side. But despite all that she was probably the most chipper person here, always with a smile and always trying to get us to do yoga and work on our chakras.

"How are you feeling today? I saw you haven't came out of the room in two days." She asked biting the side of her cheek as she sat on the side of my bed.

"I'm okay today. Just had a bad night and been tired is all." I said, closing my journal and turning to face her out of respect because we were having a conversation.

She began twirling her long brown curl in her fingers and kept her eyes directly straight ahead of her.

"Is it true that Miles defended you against Martha?" She finally asked.

I looked at her, waiting for her to turn to face me but she didn't. She seemed scared to and I didn't understand why. We had never had any disputes between us, I actually kinda was okay with her being my roommate even though her chipperness was annoying at times. But I learned to like it.

"Yes? I mean I don't think he was but everyone keeps saying he was so now I'm confused. I didn't ask him too or expect it. He hates me, why would he ever?" I said truthfully.

 I was just as confused as the next person. 

Marble turned to face me, finally and she looked blankly at me. 

"Jesus Miles is crushing on you, how cant you see that?" She slammed her hand on the corner of my bed post, making me jump. 

What is wrong her? 

What does she even mean that Miles likes me?! 

"Mars, know he doesn't. He just enjoys doing random shit for shots. why are you upset? I don't understand." I said scratching my head out of sheer confusion. 

She shot up and she headed towards the door, "You wouldn't understand would you?! Jesus Evie!!"

Just like that she was out of the room, and I felt like I might have possibly lost my only friend?