Camilo Angst

The Accident P.3

'Text' = thinking

"Text" = talking

Text = POV's or me talking

Camilo POV

  I was healed by Tia Julieta a few days ago by eating a bunch of her sweet cookies. I had forgotten what happened, but I kept doing my job to make the children happy. I always felt an itching pain on both my arms. I heard Mami fainted because of little old me. And of course, I started my day by being yelled at by Abuela. I know she means bad but sometimes they yell at you to mean well even though I cannot see the difference about mean and nice. So, I just assume she means well. I went to Mami's room and see her lying on her big yellow and green sheets. She looked horrified. I then quickly left the room and went out to do my chores... I heard she fainted because of how I lost so much blood... I shivered remembering the horrific past. 

  Now they sometimes ask my sister to spy on me from time to time to make sure I am safe. I don't think I can ever be alone anymore... "Uhhh... Hello? Camilo???" Carlos said. "Oh, uhh.. Yes Carlos?" I replied. "How can you zone out when I am talking about important things!?!?" He said, gripping on my shoulders. "I am sorry hermano!" I said. "So... How's mama?" He asked. I shivered knowing what I did to her. "S- she's fine. W- we all are fine everything's f- fine nothing's wrong." I said, stuttering. "Oh gosh Cami, how many times do I have to tell you... When you CLEARLY stutter, your lying. Now, what did you do to Mama?" He questioned angrily. "I- Um... I gotta go- Bye-" I said trying to leave. I started to run away from the Carlos and went to babysit. He was shocked at my movements but knew he couldn't chase after me after because he was few minutes late already. As I ran to the children's playground I saw a shadow figure in the alley way. I am too sure of who that was, could be a kidnapper or Dolores. 'But shouldn't she being helping to find where the loud noises come every night right now? It's been on for days. It's more important than my health, right? '

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  "Oh lord Camilo... Who got you all stressed like this? Who hurt you my dear sobrino..." I said seemingly sad. I then left back to my little hut.

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Hi! Writer here. I am just so happy with all of you watching my junk! (I feel like Nagito tbh) I mean, we go over 500 people viewing this thing. Just... Thank you for reading! Bye.

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