Imogen sat outside her parent's townhouse, cradling the pieces of her broken camera in her lap. She felt the tears that she had been trying to contain spill over and before she could prevent it, she began to sob, the events of that evening on repeat in her mind.

"Who is it?" Eli demanded, the anger in his voice becoming apparent.

Imogen had never seen him so upset before. One moment they were talking casually about school in his bedroom, and the next he was accusing her of cheating on him. They had barely been seeing each other for a month, yet Eli had been acting more and more possessive as the month progressed.

"Who is WHO, Eli? You keep asking me, but I don't even know what you're talking about!" Imogen could feel her voice rising in self-defense, her instincts to run becoming stronger.

"The person that you're seeing behind my back! Don't lie about it, either, I can tell by the way you've been acting recently. You don't even care about me anymore." Eli whispered the last sentence, his anger drifting to utter despair.

"Eli, I haven't been seeing anyone other than you. You, Eli Goldsworthy, and it's been so much fun-"

"Fun? Fun! That's all I am to you; fun. You don't want to be with me. You're in love with someone else, just admit it! You've ruined it!" Eli began to shout, pushing himself off his rumpled bed.

Imogen watched as he took a step towards her, and she quickly backed herself into the door. The only thing keeping her from leaving at this point was her camera which Eli gripped tightly in his hand.

"Look, Eli, I think you should sit down. Let me just call Fiona; she knows how to help you when you're acting like this." Imogen stated quickly, knowing that if she had Fiona here to help her with Eli, they may be able to calm him down together.

"Fiona. Of course." Eli mumbled under his breath, "I should have known. This whole time you've been seeing her. You were supposed to be my friends!"

Eli seemed to be completely out of it at this point, his anger and lack of medication taking him to a different state of mind. He gripped the camera, turning his knuckles white, boring holes into the door and Imogen's head.

She watched as he pulled his arm back and as if in slow motion, slowly let go of the camera. Imogen only had a moment to close her eyes before the loud crack of her camera shattering reverberated through the room. Imogen let out a gasp she didn't realize she had been holding and felt her knees give way beneath her as she slid down his door to the disheveled floor.

Slowly opening her eyes, she glanced down at the floor, where around her the camera lay in several pieces; the mark where the camera hit the door just inches from where she had been standing.

"Imogen…" Eli started, as if he had just awoken from a nightmare, the realization of what he had just done snapping him into reality, "I'm sorry, I…" he stopped, not having any rationalization to explain his actions; he dropped onto his bed, stunned.

Imogen, acting with confidence she didn't know she had slowly gathered the pieces that had been scattered on the floor. When she had collected everything, she turned back to Eli from her place by the door.

"Eli, I just… can't. Please get help." Imogen whispered. Pity and pain both reflecting on her face, she turned around and quickly exited his room. Moments later, Eli heard the front door slam.