Evie felt a pang in her chest every time she looked at Mal. She would see her giggling with Ben and it killed her inside. But she pretended she was fine, so no one would ever ask any questions. At night, she would stay up wondering why she wasn't good enough for her beautiful best friend with the purple hair. She tried to drown her emotions through alcohol and sex with random boys. She even pretended to be in love with Doug. Deep down, though, she felt as if she was dying inside. Of course, Evie had never told Mal how she felt. But she had to know. Right?
One day she decided to go to the doctor. He said she was depressed and had prescribed her some anti-depressants, and suggested going to therapy. It didn't help. She found herself engaging in more self-destructive behaviors. All she wanted was for the pain to stop. She was tired of feeling so much pain every time she saw Mal so happy with Ben. It made her sick to her stomach. Razor blades found their way across her skin, and she soon stopped eating.
One night, after she had messy drunken sex with a guy whose name she didn't know, she found herself in her room alone. Mal was out with Ben again. God, she fucking hated Ben so fucking much. But she knew it wasn't his fault. Mal loved him and of course, she wanted Mal to be happy. However, it killed her inside to know that someone who wasn't her was the cause of Mal's happiness.
That night she mixed several pills she had together and washed it down with a bottle of vodka. She soon felt herself drifting off to sleep, and she was hoping this would be the solution to her pain.