Who we became

Past

Hello, 

     my name is Elizabeth Warren, but I go by Eliza. Of course you already know that. Now, I'll start with some background between Marshall and me. We go way back, he lived three houses down from me since birth. Our parents were best friends since they were in middle school, so as you can assume, we grew up utterly inseparable. We were even born just one day apart, our moms even shared a hospital room. I don't have a single memory that doesn't have him in it. Then one night our parents went out together for drinks. It started raining, they were drunk my dad thought he wasn't. Their car slid off the bridge, they fought against the water for as long as they could but in the end the water beat all four of them. Mars and I both got evicted from our childhood homes, we were both fifteen at the time. It was so hard to survive, but we managed. We both took as many extra hours of work as we could, with that and what our parents saved and set aside for our college, we were able to afford an apartment, it only had one bedroom and one bathroom, but it was better that being homeless. We lived together for five years after that, if my memory serves me right. Like I said it was only a one bedroom, we couldn't afford more, so we slept in the same bed each night. Most of the time we cuddled, it kept us warm since we couldn't afford heating it. It also stilled the nightmares occasionally, they got bad after the crash, we didn't talk about what we saw but we both knew just the same. We dreamt about how our parents must have felt and what life would be like if they were still alive. Those were the worst because it felt so real you could almost taste the perfect fairytale ending, then you wake up and find them still dead. As time went on life got a little easier, we had gone through so much together I couldn't imagine life without him too. Mars was the only family I needed, it's practically impossible to pinpoint when we started being more than friends. We both could tell it happened, but it was always so natural we never talked about it outright. For years nothing changed, nothing until six months ago. I shared everything with Mars, and him with me, or so I thought. Our money drained down again and we almost lost our apartment. I couldn't let that happen so I got another job, this one was at an office though. My male coworkers started harrasing me. I would refuse them and they would slap me. Mars noticed I started coming home with bruises so I told him what was happening. Let's just say, he was mad to say the least. Thats when he started coming home late.