Third persons pov ☆
•Going under•
Cameron walked down the street to his beat up apartment. Where he lived was not to be proud of at all.. It was dirty and messy and just shit. Cameron didn't like people going to his apartment. Especially whenever his ex boyfriend Jack gilinsky tried to always go to Cameron's apartment. Cameron didn't let him go see what it looked like.
Cameron walked in the apartment seeing jacks coat on the chair "what the hell is he doing here? why is he here"
Cameron walked into the kitchen and there Jack was standing with the most sadness look on his face. Why does he have that look? He never cared.. "What the hell Jack? Why are you here, you told me you didn't want to see me ever again"
Jack looked up at Cameron with something in his hand. Jack always knew how Cameron's house was and he didn't care cause he loved Cameron. "What's that in your hand?" Cameron slowly said.
Jack showed Cameron.. And Cameron felt embarrassed. He felt like he's been found out... Jack always wondered why Cameron wore long sleeves. Cameron never wore t-shirts or tank tops. And whenever they were in bed, Jack would try to take Cameron's shirt off to make him feel good but Cameron didn't let him take this shirt off.. And Jack now knows why... He never knew Cameron was doing this. Why would he anyway? What was wrong with Cameron? He's feeling like he's shit. Worthless. Why is he even here? Like he should not even be on the planet. That's what Cameron is feeling.
"Jack why the hell! What are you doing here! And why are you snooping!" Cameron yelled in frustration.
"Cameron.. I came here to see how your doing. People are saying bad things... Seeing you on the street buying "things" and that your walking around all skittish. Your fucking on drugs Cameron... and it's bad. Especially heroin" Jack said.
"Well you know what! I'm hurt! I feel bad. There's stuff making me feel bad! I'm depressed. And you left Jack! You were gone!!" Cameron screamed in anger.
Jack broke it in Half looking at Cameron "Cameron, get some help. You need it! If you need me to help you I'm here to help, I'll help you get through this! But I'm not getting back into the hole I was in with you when I Tried to figure everything out!"
Cameron has had enough
"Get the hell out!!! If I get help I do it myself! Go Jack! Go!"
Jack looked at Cameron and said "even if you don't want me to check on you. I'm gonna check on you once in a while.. Cameron. I don't want you to die. I still love you Cameron.. I just can't do all of that not again not anymore."
And Jack walked out after he said that.
Cameron just sat there on the couch looking at the tv. He ripped his shirt off and he felt lucky that he had a back up needle. He filled the needle with its hell drug and got his arm ready.. He put the needle in feeling no more pain. Everything going on went away just for a couple minutes. That's all he needed right?👇🏼
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