Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 2

"Cameron! Come here!" my mother called.

I sighed, cleaning the blood off my blades and washing off my wrist before wrapping them up. I hid the blades deep inside my makeup bag again before going into my bedroom to change into sweats and a hoodie.

I stomped dwon the stairs, wincing at the loud sound. If I was skinnier, I thought, my body wouldn't make this much noise as I walk downstairs. I sound like an elephant! "Yeah, mum?" I said, reaching the bottom.

"Did you make dinner?" she asked me, typing away on her computer, her eyes glued to the screen.

"No, I didn't know you wanted me too. You've been home all day," I said in a monotone voice. This was how the routine went. Mum went to the office early in the morning at about four o'clock and came home around seven, before I've even woken up. Dad would be up and out of the house at seven-thirty, and then not get back until ten or so. Every day, Mum called me down and asked me if I made dinner, even though she's been home, on her laptop all day. Already I was inching towards the stove and cupboards. You see, that's how it always ends. With me cooking dinner.

"Well, hun, could you maybe whip something up? I've got this huge report my boss wants turned in by tomorrow."

I sighed. "Sure, Mum. Want anything particular?" I prayed that she would say no. Then I could make something simple, give it to my mum, and then go back upstairs to my safe haven.

"Anything is fine, dear," she replied, still not looking up at me.

I rolled my eyes and got to work cooking the rice and boiling the hot dogs. Mum was having rice with chopped hot dogs in it tonight. After fifteen minutes, dinner was complete, and I divided the small portion between two bowls, handing one to Mum and putting the other in the fridge to save for Dad.

I started to head back upstairs when my Mum's voice stopped me. "Cameron, aren't you going to eat?"

I turned around to see her finally looking at me. Her eyebrow was raised expectantly. "Nope, I'm full. I ate a late lunch," I lied flawlessly. A part of me wished my mother would see through my lie, to demand that I eat and then follow me when I left the room to make sure I didn't go throw it up. But it was a small part.

I was fat. I knew that. Excercising didn't work for me, no matter how long or how vigorous I excerisised for. I even made daily trips to the gym down the street. Of course, no one notices, let alone cares.

I admit it. I have bulimia. But it's a mild case. Since my parents don't pay much attention to me, I don't have any reason to eat and then throw up. I can just easily lie and say I've alreayd eaten. Easy. Having no friends is also helpful, sometimes.

I turned back around and left the kitchen, determined to go back up to my room. "Oh, Cameron!!" my mother yelled up to me.

"Yes?!" I yelled back, a tad bit annoyed now.

"I need you to clean your room, the bathroom, and the living room! I'm going to be at the office a little longer tomorrow!"

"Fine!"

That was it. No "thank you". No "I love you." I sighed, tears building up on the bottom of my eyes. This happened to me many, many times. It's hard being alone. I don't care what people say. I don't understand how teenagers can go around and rant about their parents being too clingy and how they never got freedom or alone time. Trust me, it's not as fun as it sounds.

For me, it gets to the point where my best friends are inanimate objects, also known as blades. They understand me, and help me in tough times when no one else seems to see my distress.

I heard the phone ring downstairs and my mum answered it. I heard a scream and then more talking. Someone probably got fired at work and she got a promotion. I rolled my eyes and fell back on my back.

My gaze ended up landing on a picture on my nightstand. It was of me and Liam, before he decided he hated me and that he was going to make my life hell at school. I love-hate my brother right now. I hate what he did for me, but I will never be able to completely hate him. He's my brother after all. He was mean to me for a couple of years, but we'll always be siblings. I just wish he had the same views as I did.

As you've probably guessed, my parents have no idea about Liam ruining my life at school. I have doubts that they even know I dropped out of public school and am now doing online courses. They really should know that, if anything. But with my parents, you never know.

Someone knocked on the door and I instinctively sat up. My mother walked in, beaming, her eyes sparkling in excitement.

"Cameron, that was Liam on the phone. He says he's coming home in two weeks!"

Oh, shit.

*******

Heyyy!!!

I know. It's been forever. I'm sorry. School is slowly killing me.

So, just so you know, this story might not seem all that powerful to you like some of these fanfics do, but this is really powerful and significant to me, mainly because I'm writing this straight from my heart.

I know a lot of people feel like this, and this is kind of like my way of trying to tell you that you're all beautiful, no matter the size of your jeans. I love you all just the way you are!! I hope this story helps!!!

 

Thanks for being you!

And MERRY ALMOST CHRISTMAS!! I seriously don't know when Christmas is. I'm pretty sure it's in like 3 days. lol

So comment/vote/fan 

I will love you forever if you do!!!

~Sydney :)