"Are you ok?" He asked. Ana stayed silent. "Stupid question, right?" Ana didn't say anything and he left the room.
"She's not talking." He said as he walked into the living room.
"Can you blame her?" Hall asked, before drinking more beer.
"Stop doing that." Nash said, taking the bottle. "What am I supposed to do"
"Make sure you're sober for when your daughter needs you"
"She'll never need me."
Ana lay on the bed, not bothering to look up when she heard the door open.
"Ana?" Nash said softly. "I know it's only been a week but you have to say something." He waited for a minute but Ana didn't respond. "You need to eat something." Again, Ana didn't respond. "Ana, look at me." He said sitting on the bed and pulling her up to make her look at him. Tears slid out of her eyes but she still didn't speak. "Why won't you let me help you"
"I wanted you to help." She said bitterly.
"That was a long time ago. I can help you now." He said, but he didn't get an answer. "Ana?" He waited a few minutes for her to say something, before giving up and walking downstairs. Ana got up and walked into the bathroom, she pick up a cloth and started scrubbing her skin hard, ignoring the blood that soon flowed out.
"Uncle Eric?" Eugene asked walking over to Bischoff's desk. "What happened to Ana"
"What?" Bischoff asked without looking up.
"She's not here.....you said she"
"You know what Eugene, I don't know what happened to her, and to be honest I really don't care, now why don't you go and bother somebody else before I give you a match with Kane."
Ana continued scrubbing at her skin before the cloth was taken from her hand.
"What are you doing?" Nash demanded.
"I can still.....I want it to...." She said, crying. "I want it to stop"
"I know." He said softly. "But what you're doing won't help"
"Leave me alone." Ana said, walking away. She sat down on the bed.
"Why do you do this? I know you're hurt, I know you've been punished for what isn't your fault but why do you have to shut everyone out?" He looked at her for a few minutes before turning to leave.
"Not everyone." He heard her say. "Just you." He turned to look at her. "I know it'll hurt you." He sat on the bed and watch her drifting into a deep sleep.