She sat in her darkened sanctuary in her relaxing space and tried to shut out the chaos that was taking over her mind. The phone call. One silly phone call. And all her doing was slowly being undone. The world seemed to shatter in shards of color around her. Prisms of color and muted light. Pieces of herself falling away. Holding herself tight to keep the pieces in place. But it didn't help. Would never help. Poison arrows of the mind breaking away at the most basic of who she was. Who she wanted to be. Sometimes they didn't quite match up. She sat back and watched the events unfold within her. Little pieces of her breaking down. Here alone in her space, her sanctuary. Her life falling down like a broken stained glass window. Watching herself as she curled in a ball, holding herself tight, watching the prisms of light and color fall away. It was then that she noticed that the visual effects were simply viewing the world through tear stained eyes. Slowly wiping the artificial lenses from her vision she looked about the room. The prism effect was gone but the room seemed ominous. Her safe place no longer felt safe. Outside had reached it's filth covered fingers in. The conflict of who she was in her safety and who she was out there. And little pieces falling away. Prisms of light and color falling around her. Unable to hold herself in. Hold herself together. And the pieces fell. And the tears did stain. And she lay there in herself. Holding herself. Rescuing herself. Preparing to face it all again.