I really hope you guys enjoy the prologue to this story. Please review, and I will try to update soon. :)
Prologue
After a certain point, it got hard to differentiate the lies from the truth. The jokes became crueler, the number of laughs decreased, and life continued for everyone else. She built up walls to defend from anyone who might consider questioning her motives toward Ranger Rick, and her heart grew colder, as she realized she had successfully made an enemy.
After a certain point, it became impossible for him to tip his imaginary hat in response to her name-calling and constant jeering. Her words stung, and considering how awful she made him feel, she might as well have taken a gun to his head or a knife to his throat, neither of which happened.
However, blades and shards of glass had been in close contact with pale wrists, in the middle of the night, as the two mourned over what they lost.
By sophomore year, Lucas had dated Riley with no success, and afterward, broke her heart unintentionally. The two never spoke of it and rarely acknowledged each other's presences. Lucas entered a one-sided relationship with a girl named Amelia, who loved everything about Lucas that he would tell her. She never noticed the scars on his wrists or, more importantly, the fact that he didn't really love her. However, it was a high school relationship, so love didn't really matter in the first place.
Maya, on the other hand, had entered a series of relationships with guys who convinced her to take part in activities such as smoking, graffiti, and drinking, among other things. Her friendship with Riley ended at the end of ninth grade when she discovered that Maya was smoking marijuana and never told her. Maya's dad hadn't written to her in over two years, and from the few things her mom had mentioned, he was very well off and had a beautiful family. He never paid child support checks to Katy Hart, who worked two jobs to pay off her bills.
So every night Maya would take a razor or a piece of glass and slide it over her wrists, carefully hiding the cuts with armbands, thanking every god she could think of that she wasn't required to take a gym class that year. Each time she bled, it was like a punishment: for hurting Riley, pushing away Lucas and Farkle, never being able to hold a stable relationship, and chasing her father away through her very existence.
This was how Lucas Friar and Maya Hart ended up in different rooms, in different situations, with similar thoughts, and how they both took out all-encompassing depressions in the same manner: with a blade and a wrist.
A/N: Please don't use cutting as a mechanism to get through difficult situations in your life. I know from personal experience that it just doesn't work. And if you need help with anything, just PM me if you want to talk or go to a counselor or therapist because you don't deserve to feel upset about anything.