Camilo Angst

The accident P.1

'Text' = thinking

"Text" = talking

Text = POV's or me talking

So this is another story of mine. :D Thank you for reading this. :)

Dolores POV

  'Oh dear... It's dear Camilo again...' I thought. 'It has been going on for a long time since a few moths past Mirabel's gift ceremony... He is the person I am most worry about. It just feels weird hearing him this sad and insecure...' I remembered... I couldn't fight the urge to go to his room. I could also remember that only Mami and Dad went into his room before, since then they were caring a lot about him... I didn't know why but I have a small idea now... As I walked to his room quietly, I took a de-tour downstairs to write something to Tio Bruno. It was quite short though. I then went back to Camilo, his door with himself...It always scares me because him with his pre-teen energy... It's just too overwhelming. I opened his door to see a theatre. 'Hmm?' I wondered. 'The jokes were learnt. Not thought by him. The room also had a lot of mirrors too... I don't know. Maybe to- 'I stopped as I looked at my reflection... 'I- There's a shoe? A- Just say a lot of body parts growing from me...' I know now, the mirrors reflect how his body or how Camilo think of himself. I walked to the backstage only to see blood drops everywhere... 'No... Camilo won't do that to himself. He won't hurt himself.' I thought, going deeper into the backstage. I saw many bookshelves with things written on them like: Funny Jokes Medium 13, Comic jokes hard 14, Memes and stuff like that. There were also discs and comic books everywhere and books about memes some cool shapeshifting and stuff, I never knew he liked Murder mysteries but now as I see a whole shelf with these, I will get him some for his upcoming birthday. As I walked closer, I found a box in the darkest corner, it's locked but I have hair pins so I can open it. 'Should I open it? It's a bloody box but still I can't just invade people's privacy... But there's loads of blood... He won't mind a sister being concerned... Right?' I thought. Just as I was going to open the box, I heard a cry – screaming sound from a distance. I ran to the source of the screaming and still grabbed the box with me. I went to the bathroom but saw a small sign saying- 'Soundproof room??? I didn't know Camilo has a soundproof room... Maybe I can borrow it sometime...' I thought. Gently opening the door, I saw a small figure trying to hide his crying sound from me. It was Camilo he was lying on the floor trying to hide from me. I dragged him closer to me, his body was full of dried blood... I screamed as loud as I can to make the adults come here. I was already shaking from the coldness of his body. It felt weird, it felt like Camilo wasn't Camilo anymore.... I heard some footsteps coming my way so I took all that's left to go outside to the theater seats. 

.

.

.

Writer: CLIFFHANGER. Sorry... Lost motivation... Hehe... Well, still thank you for waiting! Hope you have a good day/afternoon/morning/night! <3 Stay safe! Bye.

Words: 564