Writings

Boston 💙 (girl pov of Cam🤍)

growing up my family moved around a lot. my dad was in the army, so my sisters and I saw a lot of the world.

we never stayed in a town or country for more than five years due to the constant military moving. but dad was called to where he needed to be.

when I was twelve, dad's friend knocked on the door of our house on the military base in Germany.

"Mrs. Lindsey... I'm afraid Marky is dead. He was killed while flying with one of his students. I'm so sorry."

My mom and us girls packed our things and moved, this time as normal functioning people of society.

dad's body was buried in Germany, but we had to move on with our lives. so, like normal functioning people of society, we moved to the United States where we resided in Nevada.

Boone, Nevada. a podunk town. there was one grocery store and a small dvd rent store. one rusted playground. the school was closed.

"kids here in Boone are homeschooled," the librarian over on fourth street told my mother.

mom sighed. "Lisa, I don't know anything about being a teacher. Isn't there an actual school for them close by at least?"

Lisa shook her head. "Nope. There is a website for homeschooling you can look up though. It has videos and stuff where your girls can learn with a virtual teacher if you don't want to actually teach."

so we began our curriculums. by fifteen I knew a lot that most high schools with kids my age would just now be learning.

when I turned fifteen, our mom and my sisters and I left Boone and moved to Boston, Massachusetts.

the school there was open, and it was huge.

my sisters were starting in seventh and eighth grade while I was starting in ninth.

"This is stuff I already know, Mom!" I whined as she pulled up to the parking lot.

She sighed and nodded. "I know, Cameron, but Grace and Nicole aren't complaining. The principal said I cannot homeschool. You and your sisters have to go until you all graduate."

I slung my backpack on my bag and went inside. After retrieving my schedule from the office assistant, who was very rude and clearly needed to wake up more, I walked to Biology.

it was there that I met Boston. He was gorgeous with brown hair and green eyes.

He smiled at me and I fell in love. Maybe I could start to like school, especially if it meant seeing him all day.

he was a baseball player for the high school. He was also very popular, and liked to party.

But somehow, this other kid talked me into dating him. He looked different than all the other guys too. But he was friendly.

We dated for two years and I ended up really liking him. He bought me things and I met his family. They were all nice too.

"Leo, aren't you going to say hi to me?" It was seven in the morning and my head was still spinning from the party the night before but I wanted him to kiss me.

"Sorry," he said. He greeted me with a kiss and walked me to Anatomy. He was a great guy, and became popular, thanks to me. I had tons of friends.

Boston walked by and winked at me. I felt my cheeks heating up.

I should have never cheated on Leo. He was a great guy. And despite his looks, he had pretty green eyes, just like Boston. Sometimes, I let myself imagine he was Boston.

A month went by and we acted like a normal couple. But then I started to get sick.

Mom was worried. My sisters were confused as to why I camped out in the bathroom and wouldn't eat dinner.

"Cam," mom said one afternoon. "Are you pregnant?"

I had forgotten about the party. I had, in my drunken stupor, made some decisions which led me to cheat on my amazing boyfriend.

it was too late now to apologize for my mistakes. The words of my mother sunk in.

My period hadn't appeared for a few weeks. I started to panic.

There was no way. Not me. Especially not me.

"I'll go get you a test, okay? Then we'll sit down and discuss our options."

I was pregnant. At sixteen. And I knew that the baby wasn't Leo's. But he could never know that.

Once Leo found out, he was by my side all the time and supporting me through everything. He and his family were the only ones who wanted me to keep it.

it. it didn't deserve a name. sometimes I'd forget that I was even pregnant, but then one little kick would make me remember. I just wanted to move on with my life.

labor was awful. Besides the pains, I was throwing up. Leo was excited though, because he thought he was the dad.

after it was born, the doctor tried to make me put a name down but I refused and left it in the bassinet beside the hospital bed.

Leo came to my house and handed me the carseat with it inside.

"He was crying. Seemed he didn't like being left behind."

That night I left. I felt guilty for treating my kid like that. So I took him with me.

I got in my car and drove away from everyone, including Boston. He was the one I wanted, not Leo. Leo was just there. I didn't like him the way I liked Boston. The crying kid in the backseat was proof.

I opened the beer in the cup holder and began drinking. My vision was blurry from unshed tears as it began to rain.

The next morning, I awoke to the airbag in my face. The car was nestled in a ditch and the kid was crying very loudly.

I yelled at the kid to shut up and then I got out and looked around the area.

There was a river down below. A nice swim couldn't hurt.

the last thing i remembered was jumping into the river. I forgot I couldn't swim.

I died.