The bedroom is painted blue and lilac, with a cream coloured carpet. A kingsize bed sits in the middle, dressers on either side open; with clothes spilling out of their open mouths. Dresses, blouses, t-shirts and skirts. Countless boots and shoes litter the floor. The door leading to the en suite is open.
Evita grips hold of the ceramic sink with both hands, and looks up to the mirror. The face she sees is not her own.
"Damn you, damn you!" She yells, crying.
She reaches for some make up wipes, and proceeds to wash her face of all traces of Heidi. A pair of scissors rests precariously on the side of the sink, and Evita grabs them. Dark shards of hair fall down beside the used wipes and false eyelashes. Then comes a silver stud, which inserts back into its rightful place.
A sweet, simple face greets her in the bathroom mirror. Large brown eyes, pointed nose, round lips. Hair cut shoulder length. Eyebrow once again pierced. She begins to feel like herself.
"You mustn't let them tell you what to do, Evita. You are a strong, and powerful women. Don't let them get to you."
"Don't let her get to you."
She smiles a little, tugging at the straps of her top. Her phone rings in her pocket. Its her father.
"Not now Pappa. I can take care of myself." She says, rejecting the call.
Things may not have gone as planned, but she could fix it. Fix everything. He didn't think she could do it. But she could.
She thought she could.
Evita left her bedroom, and went downstairs to the kitchen. She gulped down a glass of water, to steel her nerves. Her bag was open on the counter. She reached inside, looking for the bottle of Prozac, and felt something familiar land within her hands. The picture.
"I should have burnt you years ago." She said, holding it up to the light.
A childish drawing, from the age of seven. Two identical little figures, with brown eyes and hair, holding hands. Her pappa, standing by the side, smiling. Written at the top in crude Swedish 'My Family!'.
Evita smiled at her childishness.
"No wonder Pappa treats me so. I am still a child, believing in happy ever afters." She said.
She tore the picture in half, crying as she did so.