i quickly stand up and hide the knife behind me. as i looked up to see who is it i saw tom. fucking tom. shit.
"camilla what were you going to do?" he asked me as he aproached me. i stepped back looking at the floor tears running down my cheeks.
"camilla." tom tried to touch me but i flinched and dodged him. his face faded. i could hear in his voice that he was sad. "camilla give me the knife." he said calmly. i couldn't bring myself to look up at him.
he got closer again as he said to me to give him the knife. i mumbled a quick no then i slowly looked up at him. his eyes were watery as he was about to cry.
"please camilla." he said as he got closer again. we held eye contact as he got that close that our chests were basically touching. he moved my hand to take my knife away. i held it tight. i didn't want him to take away the only thing that took my pain away.
"camilla." he said once again. as i looked up again i saw that he was crying. i slowly let go of the knife, him taking it from me. "camilla are you okay? where does it hurt? he asked as he put the knife away lifting me up and bringing me to my bed.
i looked at the floor as tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. he bent down so he was shorter than me. he lifted up my chin. our eyes were even now.
my eyes were all red from crying."please camilla don't do this to yourself." he said as we held eye contact. "camilla promise me." he said in demanding tone. i was just quiet. i can't promise you that tom. i just can't.
"camilla please." he said as tear rolled down his cheek. he hugged me tightly. i hugged him back. it felt nice to have someone to hug you. he gives the best hugs.
he laid me down so i could sleep a little. i closed my eyes almost drifting off to sleep as i heard him talking on the phone. "bill kommt schnell zu camillas haus." he said. shit he is calling bill. 'bill can't know. what if he won't like me anymore? no no no no this can't be happening. i have to get out of my house. now.' i said to myself.
as tom finished his phone call he took the knife and went out of my room. he thought that i was asleep. i quickly got up. as i got up i heard a door open. shit is it bill? i went to door and open them a little so i could hear their conversation.
"was ist passiert tom?" bill said worried. "Nachdem du weinend nach Hause gekommen bist, bin ich zu Camilla gegangen, um zu sehen, was mit euch beiden los ist." tom said to bill. "und was ist dann passiert?" bill asked tom. "als ich über ihr Fenster kletterte..." tom said as he looked down. "was ist passiert tom?!" bill said almost screaming at him.
"Ich sah sie weinend auf dem Boden liegen und sie hatte ein Messer in der Hand, ihre Schenkel waren freigelegt ..." tom said as he looked up at bill. bill started crying. "nein,nein,nein" bill said while crying. "this is all my fault." he said as he asked tom where was i. shit time to go.
i wanted to hug bill so bad but i can't. he'll just look at me with disgust. i opened my window and quickly jumped outside. i started runing to the closest store.
bills POV:
i was at home thinking about camilla. what is happening with her? my phone snaped me out of my thoughts. i looked at it and saw that tom was calling me. i picked up and heard nervous tom.
"bill kommt schnell zu camillas haus." he said. "warum, was ist passiert?" i asked. he just brushed me off and said to come quickly. what is going on?i ran to camillas as fast as i could. i still couldn't see the best because of all the crying. when i got there tom told me everything. "where is she tom?!" i yelled at him as tears ran down my cheeks. "she is upstairs in her bed." he said as he went to the kitchen leaving me alone.
i ran upstairs and opened the door. it was empty. i started looking around and saw that the window is open. shit.
"tom!" i yelled while runing down the stairs. "bill calm down what happened?" he asked me as he ran towards me. "she left." i said breathing heavily.
"nein,nein,nein," tom said worried. "let's go." he said grabing my hand and the cars key. "where are we going tom?" i asked him as he was dragging me to the car. "we are going to find her. she is in bad state. she can't just vander around." he said as we sat in the car driving off to find her.
to find my camilla.
hi this is autor. i hope it's not too cheesy but i just felt like that.
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