Something Like That

Chapter 1

Cammie's POV

"Wait, Cam, don't do it, you're better than this," Zach pleaded as I pointed a gun straight at his head. 
"Are you ready?" Catherine asked from beside me, and the crazy thing was, I nodded.
"No, Cammie, stop. Please." Zach showed a look of concern on his face
"Three," Catherine smirked and I placed my finger on the trigger
"Two," I  moved a stray strand of hair away from my eyes, something I wasn't used to doing, mostly because Zach would usually do it for me.
"One," That was it, I pulled the trigger. Zachary Goode was dead. And the worst part was, I killed him.

My head shot up and off my pillow. My hair was knotty, almost matted. Tears streaked my cheeks and I felt like screaming, but I didn't dare.

Across from me, Macey lay calmly in her bed. She looked like a princess. On the other side of the room, Liz had fallen asleep listening to some sort of audiobook. Then there was Bex, who looked like your average teenage girl. "No, Cammie, stop. Please." Zach's voice came back to me.

My breath hitched and the urge to scream came back. Tears started to run down my face faster. Was it a dream or reality? I couldn't tell.

I needed to get out of that room. 

I needed to see him.

Subconsciously, I grabbed a scrap piece of paper out of my drawer and wrote a note,

I swear, I haven't run away again. I'm in the mansion. I'll see you at breakfast.

I left the paper on the bed and sprinted out of the room, grabbing the sweater I 'stole' from Zach's room a while ago on the way out. I'd wear it every time I had a nightmare and I must admit, it helps. 

I slipped it on and instantly felt some sense of security when I breathed in his scent. But I kept running. I couldn't stop

My feet were taking me somewhere. I knew where I wanted to go, but my feet were in control. 

The floor was cold against my bare feet and the wind was practically blowing through the walls. But I was so numb that I didn't care.

For a second, my legs stopped working and I slumped onto the floor. I completely forgot about running and let my tears fall free. At that moment, I was convinced that what I had just witnessed was real. It wasn't a dream.

I needed to get to Zach's room. So, I pulled my limp body up and off the floor and started to move toward the teacher's quarters.

I stopped and started at the door in front of me. The room was pitch black and, for some reason, it scared me. I reached out for the door handle, wondering what would be better; if it was locked or unlocked. 

I took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door opened. Inside, Zach was peacefully sleeping on his bed in the middle of the room. I immediately relaxed. It was a dream. I repeated the words in my head. It was just a nightmare. Another tear trickled from my eye. 

The nightmares were getting more and more common and they just wouldn't stop. They had become a part of my everyday life.

Standing in the doorway, I realised that there was no way that I could sleep in my own bed. I would just have another nightmare and the cycle would repeat itself. I needed to feel safe. I needed Zach.

I snuck into the room and carefully closed the door behind me. It felt as if there was some sort of gravitational pull, pulling me towards the one boy who could change my mood.