Forever | C.D.

~7

"You know, I've never actually met Cameron." Nash said as he placed his dish in my kitchen sink.

"Yeah you have. Last week at the fair right?" I was unsure.

"We didn't actually meet. Remember, I had to make up an excuse so I could get us, mostly you, out of that awkward ass situation." I chuckled at the memory that took place not so long ago.

"You don't have to worry about getting to meet him since I don't think we're talking any time soon." I sighed.

"So you just gave up?"

"I wouldn't really put it that wa-" I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I looked at the vibrating device on the granite counter and picked it up.

The caller ID said Cameron.

Great timing Cam.

"H-Hello?" I accidentally stuttered.

"H-Hello? Eva, you sound like such a pathetic screw up."

"What?" I raised an eyebrow even though I knew Cam couldn't see me.

"You heard me. I don't want to hear another word come out of you. Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't get anywhere near me. I hate you Eva." His voice cracked, making it sound like he has been crying.

"Cam?" I tried saying but I couldn't finish because Cam had ended the call. I stood in the middle of the kitchen without moving any part of my body.

I froze.

What just happened?

I let a tear slip from my eye and before I knew it, what seemed like millions of tears streamed down my cheeks.

"What happened?" Nash ran up to me and hugged me tightly.

"I-It was Cameron. He s-said that he didn't want to see me anymore." I sobbed into his chest.

"Shh. It's going to be okay." Nash rubbed my back up and down. "He was probably upset or something...is there any chance he takes drugs?" He asked. I looked up at him with a confused face.

"No. Of course not." I waited a few seconds to think about what I just said. "Well...I don't think so, but that doesn't matter. Drugs make you say things that people are too scared to say when they're sober. Drunk or not, I know Cam meant what he said." I cried even harder. "I never should've told Cameron that I saw Madison. None of this would be happening." I buried my face into Nash's chest. "It's all my fault."

"Look at me." Nash grabbed my face in between his hands. "This has nothing to do with you. Cameron is being the stupid one and talking to you like you don't have feelings." I tried my best not to believe Nash but it wasn't that easy.

"Those are just things people say to make the other person feel better. Thanks for helping Nash but it's not going to-" Nash smashed his lips lips onto mine, catching me by surprise. I gasped but kissed back once I knew what was going on. After about 7 seconds, we both pulled away. I stared into Nash's blue eyes as he stared into my red, swollen eyes. "I'm sorry. I should leave." Nash turned around to grab his backpack but I stopped him.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Nash turned back towards me and raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't?"

"No. I liked it actually." Nash smiled and so did I. I was suddenly feeling a lot better. "I'll see you tomorrow. Let's meet at the park." Nash nodded and hugged me. "Thank you." I mumbled.

"For what?"

"For everything." I smiled and Nash hugged me one last time before exiting my front door and into his car.

I grabbed my phone and pressed the home button, making the lock screen appear. I had some Twitter and Instagram updates and 1 text message.

I looked at the text message, not even bothering to look at who it was from.

I want you to take my number off of your phone or else...

Cam. Why is it always Cam now?
And what does he mean by 'or else...'?

Another tear rolled down my cheek, stinging my eyes. I sighed, walked up the stairs, and into my bathroom.

The first thing my eyes laid on was the very bottom drawer that contained the box that held my horrible friend. I wiped the tears that were spilling from my eyes and opened the drawer.

Nash made me feel better but Cameron just had to ruin everything.

I picked up the box and set it on the counter next to the sink. I opened the box and picked out my favorite blade. "Hello buddy." I chuckled, making me sound crazy. I laid it on top of my wrist and another tear escaped my eye. "It's been a while." The blade slid across my skin and the beads of blood started to pop out.

Cut after cut, I finally decided that it was time to stop. I washed off my wrist while sobbing at all of the horrible things that have happened.

*4 years earlier*

"WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?" Cameron yelled in my face. I cried harder and looked down at my wrists.

"I'm sorry. It's just been really hard." I sobbed. "I'm sorry Cam." 

I can't believe I did this. Why can't I just realize that people actually care about me?

"You know that when things gets hard, you can just come to me." Cameron wiped my tears and his own. "Promise me you'll stop?"

"I can't promise anything. I've heard that when people start, it's hard for them to stop." I sighed "but I promise I'll try to stop cutting." I hugged Cam and we walked off to school.

*Today (December 4th, 2015)*                (Please realize that it's just in the story.)

I wiped off my left over tears and walked into my room. I got under the sheets and got comfortable.

I lost my best friend.

I lost my best friend.

I lost my best friend.

The horrible fact haunted my mind as I tried to fall asleep.

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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I'm posting this and another chapter in ALL ALONE. so if you want to read that...Anyways, I've decided to try and post a chapter weekly but it's going to be hard. I'm going to try my best.