My Desolated Love

-Lonely St.-

Cameron's POV

As I walked back home after a long night, I noticed the streetlight I always see flickering to go completely off.

I got my flashlight out from my bag since the isolated road was now completely darkened.

Struggling to get the flashlight out, I jump hearing a meow. "Just a cat," I think, frantically aiming the flashlight around the block trying to locate the cat. It was sitting at the base of the streetlight pole; a black cat. "Of course..." My stomach sinks, "Bad omen." I closed my eyes, shaking my head and trying to convince myself that that stuff doesn't exist. "Just be positive, Cam." I continue down the street, ignoring the desperate purrs from the cat as it follows me.

"G-Go away, little cat," I say, feeling bad for shooing it. "I can't take you home, Leo would like you too much." The cat seemed to get the message and turned away, going the opposite direction down the street. I sigh as I finally turn the corner onto my street: Lonely Street. I smile kind of sadly, feeling a deep relation to the street name.

"It's all just a coincidence..." I whisper. "A funny coincidence... Bad omens don't exist, that black cat meant nothing..." I heard thunder in the background; The forecast did say there would be rain tonight. As I start to feel a sprinkle, I jog the rest of the way home, lost in thought... this was just like when... when he ruined everything.

I don't remember his name; All I remember is that I had this really toxic friend 3 or 4 years ago... I was included with him in his friend group, but all of them were so... distant. Toxic. Neglectful. Whatever you want to call it... The point is, they acted like I wasn't there, they didn't trust me, and they left me out of everything. But I wanted to feel... Part of something, anything... So I stayed with them. I felt like I had no choice. I think it was sometime in 4th grade, maybe 5th, but I was at his house... The 'leader' of the group I guess. All of us were hanging out, and then I said I wanted to leave early... Our conversation went something like this:

"Guys... I have to start going home. I think it's going to rain. And my parents said to be home at 5-"

"Seriously?" The leader interrupted. "You always ruin the fun, Cameron."

My stomach sank as I thought, "But were you really having fun with me?" I remember sitting in the corner watching the 4 of them all play games together; I was fine with it though. It was my fault for coming into their group as the oddball. It was my fault for unevening everything.

"I really do have to go, though..." I said, "It's a long walk."

One of the girls rolled her eyes, "It's only a mile, you could manage being here for 10 more minutes,"

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

I stood up, grabbing my stuff and shaking my head, "N-No, I'm leaving now. Bye." I ran down the stairs and pulled on my shoes, trying to get out the door before he said anything to me, but...

"Whatever. We don't need her anyway." One girl scoffed, and then I heard someone running down the stairs.

It was him. "Where are you going? We told you not to leave, come on, you can play the next round with us if you're that desperate, you attention seeker."

"I wasn't attention seeking though..." I muttered shyly, reaching for the doorknob.

"Come on, we're just being good people, if you don't want to accept that and ruin our fun, then maybe you're better off not being our friend,"

"I didn't ruin anything though...?"

"Just go away, we never liked you anyway, we just didn't want to be called mean. Really no one likes you, you were just desperate so you went straight to us popular kids and we were nice enough to be your friend, but all you did was ignore us..."