**Isa
My eyes hurt, my face hurt, my lungs hurt, my stomach hurt.
Everything hurt. I had been feeling the stress of my situation with Callan, but it really hit me when Catherine visited that night and took our picture.
I felt doomed, trapped, hopeless, beat.
Everything that I wanted seemed to be just out of reach.
I knew that Callan didn't understand where I was coming from regarding my wish to keep up my image and his image. I didn't want to taint him with my unpolished past, and I didn't want to burn myself in the future by ruining my reputation as a hard worker who did things on her own.
But at the same time, I was so close to duct taping my own mouth shut and giving in to Callan's wishes. He said it would be easier, that things wouldn't turn out like how I imagined they would.
