Don't Go. (EDITING)

Chapter 15

"Camellia!"

I jerk up, my mom is shaking me by the shoulders.

"Camellia are you okay?!" She screams.

"W-what are you talking about?" I pull away from her, covering my head with my comforter.

"The party you went to last night, there was a fight-"

"I know!" I say from under the covers. My hot breath starts to suffocate me, so I push them away and sit up with squinty eyes.

"They called everyone in the town, to let us know." Mom says.

"Everyone?" I mumble. Mom nods.

"So I just wanted to be sure that you were okay." She strokes my arm as I give her a 'what the hell is wrong with you?' look. "Sorry I woke you up." She whispers.

"Yeah. Talk to me in like three hours." I say, throwing myself into my pillow.

"Are you okay though?"

"YES MOM!" I scream.

"Okay. See you after work." She says, leaving. She leaves the door open, so I trample myself over and slam it closed, feeling wrathful.

I wake up a few hours later with a piece of cold toast and a note.

Camille,

Hey. I made you toast. I'm downstairs.

-Lorne

I stuff the dry toast in my mouth, and walk downstairs. On the way down the stairs, I see my reflection in the mirror handing on the wall.

I look terrible. My hair is tangled and forms a frizzy halo glob. There are dark circles under my eyes, and my mouth stays turned down no matter what I do. I tug on my lips, but a realistic smile doesn't come. I try to comb through my hair, but my fingers get stuck, so I yank them out, and give up.

I stomp into the living room, where Lorne sits, eating a bagel or something, watching some cartoon where they swear a lot.

"Hey-Wow you look horrible." He says, turning to me.

I give him an annoyed look and plop down on the couch next to him, my arms crossed.

"Thanks." I say, glaring at the TV.

"What's up?" He asks.

"I donno?" I say sarcastically. Lorne frowns.

"Hey, I made you toast." He points a finger at me.

"So that automatically makes me have to be nice to you?" I mumble under my breath.

"You need a nap." He says.

"I just woke up, give me a break." I say. He puts his arms up.

"I am giving you a break."

"I'm going to go take a shower." I say standing. He says okay as I sigh, uncrossing my arms. "Your toast was terrible by the way." I say, storming up the stairs.

I climb into the shower with my pajama's on. The water soaks through and makes me feel heavy.

I hear a know on the door.

"Go away!" I scream.

"Why?" Lorne asks through the door. I growl loudly, and he responds mby saying, "Why do you hate me so much today?"

"I don't know? I just feel like hating someone." I yell.

"Well can you hate someone else? Because I can't survive with you hating me." He says.