Do You Remember? | rewriting

Broken

Anastasia was sitting on his bed. Her face buried in her hands. She was still sobbing. Harry was walking nervously around the room. He couldn't believe what had just happened. How did it come to this?

He remembered the tub filled with water and asked her if she wanted to dip take it instead. She silently nodded and walked into the bathroom with her hands wrapped around his waist. Her body felt like she was made of iron and her legs were barely holding her up. She had never felt this vulnerable in her life. 

Slipping out of her dress and her underwear, she finally got into the bath. The water was cold already; Harry turned on the hot water. The tub started steaming up. Anastasia's head was leaning on the tub and she did not say a word. 

Harry tried the water with his hand and realised it was burning hot. She had not said anything. He gave her the strawberries, but all she did was hold up her hand and looked to the wall. She just needed time alone. 

He walked into his room and sat on the bed. His eyes were fixated on his best friend in the bathtub. Her hands were running though her hair. Once in a while she would wipe away the tears running down her face. 

She did not dare to look at Harry. She did not want him to see her weak side. He had never seen her cry. And Anastasia was not ready to show him her emotional side. 

Her hand was placed on her heart. It was beating fast and hard, pumping blood into her system. No tears were flowing anymore, she had cried all the water out of her body. Her throat was dry and her nose stuffed. 

She gazed at the white wall. Plain white, nothing interesting. Just like from this moment onwards. In a tub, she was sitting there alone, while Harry was trying to play it cool. 

Anastasia imagined the white wall as a canvas for her life. There was a huge heart in the middle and the back ground filled with greens and yellows. Then lighting strikes hit the heart from the left, the right, the above and underneath. The heart bursted into millions of pieces, red blood flowing out of each little piece. All the heart splatters are eaten up by the dark background, except for one. It was the size of a pea. That pea sized heart, represented her heart at this very moment. Broken, but too small to notice. 

The trust she was had vanished into the darkness. She was living in a illusion, a illusion, where everyone was happy. Well at least they all believed they were happy. Just like her. What did she get out of it? Absolutely nothing! Waiting for a man to sweep her of her feet and then playing around with her as if she was a football. All men were like that. All they wanted was a body to hold at night. Once they got sick of that body, they needed a new toy. A more interesting toy, that they do not have yet. Yes, women were just toys to them, nothing else. 

Her girlfriends have told her many times before that there were good men out there that will love her no matter what. Best of all, not look at her like an object. That is what she said to herself everyday, forcing herself to believe it. Then fall in love with non other, but Max and then realise, she was not good enough.

It was replaying in her head over and over again. He could not look into her eyes. He said that he needed space. Just like Harry's girlfriend told him the night he was hit by the car. 

Space, Space, Space, another word for 'well I met someone else who is not you and therefore is more interesting than you'.

Her hand traveled to the bowl of strawberries. She angrily ate them each one by one, leaving the green leaves in the bowl. 

Harry realised that she was going for the strawberries. A smile formed on his face. He got up and walked over to his laptop and changed Sally's name to Anastasia's name. 

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will be updating twice to three times a week since I am on holiday now and I have more time to write. xx