Try to Fix You (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 23

~Camerons POV~

I stare at her peaceful face as I stroke the smooth wood of the casket. The wet tears overwhelm me and I fall to the ground screaming.

"Megan. Megan." I call out for her.

The body stays still. The eyes are closed and the scared arms are crossed over one another with a bundle of flowers.

The diamond heart necklace still shines bright in the sunlight.

"Wake up. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." I rest my head on the casket and sob.

I am soon ripped away from the love of my life before everything goes black.

~

My eyes open to the sight of the hospitals waiting room.

I sit in the uncomfortable chair, trying to control my tears.

I bring myself to take out the crumbled up piece of paper from my pocket.

This could be the last thing I have left of her.

I open it up and feel the tears streaming down my face.

Dear Cameron,

I'm done. I know you hate me, but I want you to know I never cheated on you. Nash was out to get me for Jake and he set it up. But it's not about that. You should still be friends with him because he makes you happy. I love you, but since I can't have you there is nothing else I need to live for. You are my world but since you already moved on, who cares? I just wanted to let you know what really happened. I love you so much.

Love,
Megan <3

I crumple up the paper and put it back in my pocket.

I put my head in my hands and try not to scream.

It's all my fucking fault. I was such a stubborn ass I didn't even let her explain herself.

I knew she would go back to this state again, I just chose to ignore it.

I lay back in my seat and sigh.

After a while, I hear the door open, making me shoot up.

Sarah stood in the doorway with Dylan holding her hand. Tears begin streaming down her face.

I stand up and hug her.

"I'm so sorry." I say.

"You could have just saved her life." She replies.

After a moment of silence she shifts.

"I needed to check in, Dylan has to go to bed. Text me if anything happens." She says and exits.

I walk back to my seat and lay back.

"Come on Megan," I mumble, "Please stay with me." I feel hot tears in my cheeks.

In a few more hours, I begin to drift to sleep, only to be awoken by the door opening.

I open my eyes and look up.

"Are you here for Megan?" A man in a white coat asks me.

"Yeah, yes I am. I-Is she okay."

"Well, we got the pills out of her system, but with the lack of food she has had and the amount of blood she has lost, she is very weak. She is still refusing to eat, I hate to ask this but, are you any value to her?" He asks.

"Y-yes. Hopefully." I say.

"Would you mind trying to get her to eat?"

"I would be glad to."

"Come with me."

I follow the man down the hall and to the right. We stop at the first door on the left and he opens it for me. I text Sarah and tell her that she is up.

I look in and see Megan staring weakly at me. The color has gone completely out of her face and the bags under her eyes are a bright purple. I don't care, she is still beautiful.

I walk in and sit on the chair next to her bed.

"Megan, I am so happy you're alive. I don't know what I would do without you." I say.

"You are already without me." She mumbles.

"Megan, I'm a mess without you. If I knew what really happened this would be different. I'm so sorry. I-I love you. You are my one and only."

She turns to me.

"Then why did you go do stuff with other girls and make fun of me? You knew I was like this and you didn't care. I was doing you a favor. I was doing all of us a favor."

"Don't ever say that. I only did that to try to bare being without you. If you didn't make it, I wouldn't be able to make it either."

She doesn't reply.

"Please eat Megan. I don't want to loose you."

"Why? So I can be your fat little girlfriend?"

"No, so you can be my perfect girlfriend."

"I'm far from perfect. I just tried to kill myself."

"You are perfect for me."

I walk over to the end of the bed and grab the plate of crackers.

I set it on the tray over the lap.

I take a cracker and hand it to her.

"Please?" I say.

"Cameron, promise me something." She says holding the cracker.

"Anything."

"If, you know, we get back together, you need to trust me."

"I will. It was overwhelming, I was drunk, and I'm sorry." I say.

"Yeah, well you're going to LA soon and I trust you with that."

"I will only trust you if you eat that food." I smirk.

-Megan's POV-

My stomach turns in pain. My head is pounding and it is hard for me to move.

I look at his puffy eyes. He has been crying? For me?

My heart speeds up when he hands me the cracker, our hands were close to touching.

I put the food in my mouth and almost inhale it.

I eat the rest.

"Is there more?" I ask.

"You are not allowed to have anymore, you would get sick." Cameron replies.

After a while of just talking, like old times, the doctor orders him to leave and I return to my dark, lonely mind.