Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. Not even the storyline.
Rating: M for future chapters.
A/U: This whole story is in Arizona's POV.
Chapter One: (Prologue) Sunday, June 2nd, 2012, 7:29PM
I stand up and look down at the bed, holding my breath in fear of what I just remembered.
I will not cry.
I will not cry.
I will not cry. I tell myself that but I'm close to tears. I can feel them coming. I can't stop them.
Slowly I sink to my knees, I place my hands on the edge of the bed and run my fingers over the pink butterflies poured across the deep purple of the comforter. I stare at the butterflies until they begin to blur from the tears that are clouding my vision.
I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my head into the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket. My shoulders begin to shake as the sobs I've been trying to contain inside me finally come out.
With one swift movement, I stand up, scream and rip the blanket off the bed, throwing it across the room. I ball my fists and frantically look around for something else to throw. I grab the pillows off the bed and chuck them at the reflection in the mirror of the girl I no longer know. I watch as the girl in the mirror stares back at me, sobbing. We begin to run "toward each other" until our fists collide against the glass, smashing the mirror. I watch as she falls into a million shiny pieces onto the carpet.
I grip the edges of the dresser and push it sideways, letting out another scream. When the dresser comes to rest on its back, I rip open the drawers and throw the contents across the room, throwing and kicking at everything in my path. I grab at the pink curtain panels and yank them until the rod snaps and the curtains fall around me. I reach over to the boxes piled high in the corner and, without even knowing what's inside, I take the top one and throw it against the wall with as much force as I can muster.
"I hate you!" I cry. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
I'm throwing whatever I can find. Every time I open my mouth to scream, I taste the salt from the tears that are streaming down my cheeks.
Callie's arms suddenly hold me from behind and grip me so tightly that I can't move. I jerk and toss and scream some more.
"Stop," she says calmly against my ear, unwilling to release me. I hear her, but I pretend not to. Or I just don't care. I continue to struggle against her hold but she only tightens her grip.
"Don't touch me!" I yell at the top of my lungs, clawing at her arms. Again, it doesn't faze her.
Don't touch me. Please, please, please.
The small voice echoes in my mind and I immediately become limp in her arms. I become weaker as my tears grow stronger, consuming me.
I am weak, and I'm letting her win.
Callie loosens her grip around me and places her hands on my shoulders, then turns me around to face her. I can't even look at her. I melt against her chest from exhaustion and defeat, taking in fistfuls of her blouse as I sob, my cheek pressed against her heart. She places her hand on the back of my head and lowers her mouth to my ear.
"Arizona." Her voice is steady and unaffected. "You need to leave. Now."
A/U 2: The reason why I chose, "Arianna" as the title will be revealed further along in this story. (: Also it's a short chapter but it will get longer in the next chapter. This is just a prologue. (:
Now why is Arizona so upset? Hm.