Fall to Pieces

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I run into Isaac's arms after I clear security, and it feels good to see him again. The second the Irish Springs hits my nose I turn away from him, repulsed. Eddy uses the same soap.
"We should go."
"Ana, this is my fiancé and her daughter," he tells me when we arrive home. I shake hands with them and plaster a big smile on my face, and then lie and say I'm tired from the plane ride and need a nap. The truth is, I don't need a nap, I need help. I close the blinds and just curl up in a ball. My heart hurts. And its never going to stop.

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Its Day 5. Since I've been home, I haven't eaten much, I sleep a lot, I cry a lot, and I refuse any type of company. I stay in my room, an emotional ball being rolled left right and center. I call Nicaragua every single day, and talk to everyone, except Eddy. He refuses to talk to me. And so I drown further in depression. Its not that bad of an ocean.
The door to my room bursts open, revealing my dad who has finally come back from his business trip, and Isaac. I'm lying on my bed, like a starfish. I don't even move.
My dad sighs. "How long has she been like this?"
"Since she came back."
My dad mutters a curse, and walks over to me. "Anastasia," my dad pleads. "Pleases snap out of this."
I mimick him, and laugh. My dad turns to Isaac. "Has she been drinking?"
"No, that's actually her being sober."
"That's it," my dad declared. "I am calling the police. Fraiser isn't getting away with this."
"Sure. Go ahead and call the police. You might die, Isaac and his fiancé might die, Mama Celestia might die...need I go on, or....?" I bluntly explain. And that cell phone disappears faster than it came out. Yup.
"Get ready for dinner," he snarls, and all I hear is the door shut.
Get ready for dinner, I mimick again, and hastily drag myself out of bed, lock my bedroom door, and open my closet doors. And then, its like the balance I'm on starts to get even. All I can hear is Bridget's words, "You're running from your demons when you should be running towards them." And I start to scream, because its too much. I've lost my mother. I've been raped by someone who I was supposed to trust. I have lost almost all my friends. I've lost almost all of my family. I have lost the one person I loved, which would be Eddy. And it hurts, my God it hurts, but my hurt is being morphed into lava hot red anger. Clothes ripped from hangers and thrown on the floor. Drawers pulled out and thrown against the wall. Broken glass, broken windows, broken everything. Bitter. And after I have erupted, all I can see is the mess. My room, is a complete mess. Just like my life. I'm on the floor sobbing, ignoring the pounding in my head, and dad and Isaac telling me to open the door. From where I am on the floor, I can see a small box under my bed. I won't let Fraiser win. Nah, not this flipping time. I'll run to my demons. I'll take my bloody chances.