Innocent Love-Eddie Kaspbrak-IT

Crashing Down

Warning: Unedited and also, possibly triggering

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Songs of the Chapter:

I'll Come Crashing  by A Giant Dog

and

Where's Eddie by Lulu

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Holly slammed the heavy door to her apartment shut, shaking the walls beside it. The surrounding neighbors probably heard it, but she didn't care. Tears poured out of her stinging brown eyes as she rammed her back into the now closed door. The collision would surely leave a nasty bruise on her spine, but the pain didn't phase her as she slid down, sitting on the ground in front of her door. She pushed her fingers through her knotted, and bloody brunette hair, letting out the sobs she had kept inside. Her entire body shook as she grasped her hair tightly. She squeezed her eyes shut as she kicked her legs, banging her heels on the ground.

Her hands flew from her hair, pulling out a few strands that were entangled around her fingers and rings. She slammed her hands onto the floor, letting out a sob. All the emotions she had held in for so long, came pouring out. Her eyes flew open before she tugged her shoes off, throwing them at the wall beside a bookcase.

Fear. Love. Anger. Loneliness.

She stands up quickly, grasping at the wall as if would offer a helping hand. She slammed her back into the wall, folding her arms over her chest as her glossy eyes scanned the room, landing on a plastic bag. It rested on the side table of the couch in front of her and in it was numerous pills. Holly knew they where called speed and stimulated the central nervous system. She also knew they belonged to her mother. The small tablets where reds, yellows, blues and every color in between. The sight of them set Holly over the edge. She rushed forward, tears in her eyes and falling down her red cheeks.

She rips the plastic bag from the table, opening it and gripping two sides of it. She yanked hard and ripped the bag open. The pills fell to the ground, scattering on the hardwood floor with small taps. A sob escapes her lips as she throws the destroyed bag, though due to the material, it only went about a foot ahead of her.

The sobs continued as she turned to the narrow bookcase, her eyes sifting through the books she had acquired over the years. Stomping over, she grabbed the first she could lay her hands on. It was an old book she had read in elementary school, not having read it since. Her anger got the best of her as she opened the worn, old book. She grabbed at the pages, ripping them out before moving onto another grouping of pages. She threw them above her head, the papers separating and showering over her. She threw the remaining part of the book at the wall beside her front door with all the force she could muster. Turning back to the bookcase, she reached for the remaining books, lined against the back and all in a row extending from end to end of the old bookcase. Grabbing a few books at a time, she yanked her arm backwards, throwing the books on the ground behind her.

Tears clouded her eyes and sobs raked through her body. She wasn't thinking straight. Hell, she wasn't thinking at all. As she threw the many books behind her, not a clear thought passed through her mind. Fear was causing her to lash out and destroying her already destroyed home was how she did it. Anger, fear, sadness and love caused people to do things they would never think about with a level head. IT shook her to her core and everything else that was piled on her shoulders came crashing down, right there. All her emotions combined to form a confusing mess that Holly was bringing into the physical world.

She turned quickly, her hair shifting over her shoulders and her eyes settling on a vase. It was a tall, skinny heirloom that her mother received from Holly's grandmother, a woman whom Holly had yet to meet. Occasionally, when the sunlight coming in through the curtains hit it just right, the sea green swirls of color gracing the translucent glass would cover the wall. It was something she had grown used to but in the moment, it didn't even cross her mind. All it did was remind her of her mother. The woman was the root of most of Holly's problems.