Cynthia Dion:

I entered the room and rushed towards the closet, standing in front of it with tears in my eyes, debating whether I should take my stuff with me or just leave.

"I hate you," that was it. I started to sob and then punched the closet door. My bones made a cracking noise, but I'm sure Thea will help with it later, and even if she doesn't, I don't care.

I was still crying when I got on my knees, rested my forehead against the closet, closed my eyes, and bit my ...