•chapter 35•

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(Avery's POV)
done with life.
Done with this shit.
Megan and Nash left to find Cameron, I couldn't go.
The thing is, he ripped my heart out, tore it to peices and stomped all over it, but the worst part is that still want to pick it up and give it right back to him.
I love Cameron Dallas.
And I don't know what to do anymore.

Dear Cameron,
I love you more than words can tell. I'm sorry I did this, but I had no choice. You hurt me so bad I can move on. I can't just forget about you.
I'm sorry that this has to be the last word you get from me.
I'm sorry I'm not a perfect barbie like presly.
I can't help but think, why? What did I do to deserve this. I thought it was going so well.
I guess not.
I love you Cameron and you don't have the same feeling and it kills me.
Have fun with Presley Cameron.
I love you.
With all the love I have in my aching body,
Avery

I folded up the paper and put it in the envelope. I wrote Cameron on the outside.
I grabbed a new sheet of paper.

Dear megan,
This isn't your fault. I just can't go on anymore with out Cameron and it kills me.
I'm so sorry.
I just can't move on.
I'm going to a different state and I'm finding the tallest building imaginable and jumping off the top.
Please don't try and find me, I will be too far away and I don't want you to pay all that money to travel.
Thank you so much for sticking with me for all these years.
Your the reason that I've been around for this long.
Don't be sad, be happy because youve helped me a lot in this crazy thing called life.
You'll always be my bestfriend.
-Avery

I put that one in the envelope as well with her name on it.
I wrote five more for all the others.

I packed my backpack with three outfits, toothbrush, toothpaste, facewash, hair ties, bobybins, and a picture of me megan, Cameron, Nash, Amelia, and Charlotte.
I debated weather or not to Bring my phone or not, but I decided to not to, just in case they track me down.
I gave my room one last glance, holding back tears before I walked out for the last time.

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