Crossroads - A Camren Fanfiction

Chapter 1

I am completely and utterly pathetic. It is night, it is raining and I am sitting at a bus stop. I have nowhere to go or where to stay. My friends turned their backs on me, what good friends, right? My little sister can't do much for me and my parents, well... I am grateful to be alive after how they yelled at me.

*Flash back*

This is not what I expected, this is not how things should have happened. Why did this have to happen to me? Why? I was never a bad girl, I never answered my parents, I never abused my little sister, I have good grades, I help at home. Then why?

My hands tremble when I see that result in my hands, I can no longer hold back the tears, this is too much, I feel that everything is moving, that the walls begin to close, I feel trapped.

I drop to the ground hugging my knees to my chest, the sobs getting louder and louder. How will I tell my parents? How will I tell Thomas? What will become of my life now?

Summer shouldn't end like this, no. I refuse to believe it. It should end with me smiling happy to finally have a boyfriend, to go back to my last year of school, to tell Sandra and Marielle all the crazy things I did while they were gone. But that is not going to happen.

Summer isn't over yet, it's halfway through and I can't hide it.

Flash back

I sigh heavily as I hug myself, at least I have a jacket that covers me a bit from the cold that plagues the city. Miami has never been cold, heat always rules. But precisely today a cold front had to arrive.

I close my eyes and clench my jaw, I feel like the cold creeps through my wet body and reaches my bones. A memory hits me.

Flash back.

" I need to talk to you," I barely whisper into her ear, the music is too loud and I can't control my nerves. Ignores me.

People go from here to there, they chant the songs they play on stage, they drink, they jump, they shout and I feel like I can't stay here. I'm drowning, I feel like I'm going to collapse.

He passed me a drink, but I declined. He has seen me strange, since we met I have never rejected something from him, but he does not give me importance and he takes it. He has not even realized that I am pale or that I am uncomfortable to unsuspected amounts.

People start jostling while a song I don't know begins. I try to pull him so that no one hits me, but he doesn't flinch, he doesn't turn to see me. I give up, I can't allow someone to hit me for the frenzy that the song provokes, I need to take care of myself. I need to take care of ourselves.

I go out of the hub to a quiet area, I guess it's the bathrooms, because it doesn't smell good at all. I can not lean on the wall when the nauseating smell has crossed my throat making me want to vomit, I just managed to turn to hold on to the wall and begin to vomit the little I have eaten all day.

"What the fuck are you doing here !?" I hear them yelling behind me, but I don't answer "I'm talking to you, Camila!" He yells at me again.

I run the back of my arm over my mouth, trying to remove any trace of vomit, then run my arm through my jean shorts to clean and try to remove that feeling of disgust. I turn on my heel and look at him.

His gaze is wide and red, his muscles tense. I don't want to fight anymore, we haven't stopped arguing for a week and I'm really exhausted. We must be mature and start planning our future.