11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story

Nineteen

Bonnie

It's been two weeks since Cameron and I started dating, but lately he's been very distant. Not just from me, but everyone.
On set he would isolate himself from anyone that tried to get within a foot of him. We wouldn't go out together. Heck, I even went to his house to see if he was alright but his mom said he'd locked himself in the bathroom for days.
Today I decided to go on a hunt for him. As creepy as it sounds, I'd compiled a mental list of all the places he could be, and I've searched everywhere but one. And that one place is the cemetery.
I park my car terribly over the lines in the parking lot, before rushing out and locking the doors. I throw my bag over both shoulders, holding onto the straps as I run down the long dirt path. Completely out of breath, I stop to drink some water and look around the corner. Covering almost every spot of the huge field are headstones and flowers of all shapes and sizes. I sigh with relief, finally finding where I wanted to be.
Slowly, I walk through all of the memorials. Just being in the eerie silence there is almost terrifying.
In the distance, I see an outline of a person. Hoping it's Cameron, I pick up the pace and speed walk towards them.
As I get nearer, heavy breathing and sobs ring out and I know it's definitely Cameron.
Careful not to approach him too quickly, I step towards him and hold out my hands to stop any violent actions he might try to do.
"Bonnie. Go home."
I stop. His voice sounds so heartbroken and distraught.
"Everyone is so worried. Especially me. Please let me help you, all I want is for you to be happy."
He turns around to face me, his bloodshot eyes meeting mine, "I will never be happy."
"You can, and you will. Please, Cameron, just put your faith in me and let me help you. Seeing you in this state breaks my heart, and that goes for your family too." I try so hard to persuade him, everything I say being honest and truly sympathetic.
He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and reaches for his back pocket. I step back slightly, thinking he's about to pull out a cigarette of some type, but he doesn't. Folded up messily in the palm of his hand is a piece of paper.
"I want you to see this." He tells me, unfolding the paper as he manages to compose himself.
I walk closer again, nodding, "Okay. I'm listening."
Cameron clears his throat a bit, before he begins to read out the note. His voices cracks as he starts to sob again, frustratedly screwing up the paper and shoving it in my hand.
"Just read it, God dammit!" He yells, "Then go home."
I open up the letter, starting to feel quite emotional myself with the words.
"Her...suicide note?" I whisper, "Cameron, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry doesn't fucking bring people back from the dead." He snaps.
"I know, I know, but I don't know what else to say. I can't do much but comfort you. I've never been through something this difficult before."
As he finally stops crying, he looks down at her headstone, reading it carefully, "Forget it. I'm being stupid. All of this is stupid."
"It's not. You're still grieving. Look, just come over to my place tomorrow. We'll have the house to ourselves and we can just talk it all out, alright? All I want is for you to feel comfortable and trust me."
"Alright, sure. I'll come over."
I smile slightly, hoping for a better reaction from him, but he shows nothing. He walks away, shoulders hunched over as he slumps back to his car.
"I love you, Cameron." I say, not expecting much, but meaning what I said.
But there's no reply. I just stare at his turned back as he lights up a cigarette, smoking away all his pain.
I can see where this is going to end up. He's heading for the same fate as Isabella. And I'm going to do everything in my power to save him.