I smash my phone against the wall, not wanting hear anymore of this. Cameron's perfect life, with the perfect parents, with the perfect friends, with the perfect girlfriend. Enough all ready, we know your life is perfect, I seriously can't stand it.
When he says that his life is hard when I pass him, I can help, but laugh. He has no idea how lucky he is. He isn't starving himself because of people comments. He isn't being bullied by someone you care about. He isn't called names or have to hide from them when he walks down the hall. He does the exact opposite of that and it annoys the hell out of me. He afflicts the pain, he can walk freely down the halls, and the worst part he gets to eat whatever he wants and doesn't gain a pound.
When he says he doesn't have the perfect life, I can't help but roll my eyes. Cameron has a girlfriend, who is slutty, but gorgeous. They are literally the same person both sassy, horny, and hot. I wish I could find that courage to tell him I want to be friends again. I use to be so confident, but society beat that out of me. When he's happy it sucks the life out of me, more than school does. I feel weak when him and his girlfriend make out in the car. It kills me when he can say anything, nobody will beat to a pulp, but applause him. Shitty life, my ass!
So here I am, passed out my carpet because mom wasn't home, so dad took his anger out on me. New blood stains, fresh cuts, and ripe bruises. Nothing new just another Friday night, rolling around in my own blood, sweat, and tears. I bet he is out getting wasted with his new friends or having sexy with his girlfriend. I slowly get up feeling a burning sensation in my chest either from when dad kicked me there or just utter sorrow.
I go on my phone skipping Cameron's poetic text to his girlfriend. I then came across something new. It was a picture of someone's arm saying FAG in jagged letters. It made me sick, just thinking that someone would deliberately hurt themselves. I'm upset, but I'm not insane like that needs an asylum. I look at the caption and I realize this wasn't for attention.
@inthelonelyhour: 🌹Don't start this, you are beautiful and you don't need anyone telling you this... I wish I knew this...🌹
I decided that I would go for a walk just to clear the cluster of thoughts in my head. I get off my bed and peak my head out the door to see if the cost is clear. I then quietly go downstairs reframing from making any noise. I walk to the shoe-closet and grabbed my Vans and would occasionally look behind me just to make sure. I grab my keys and opened the door then closing it. I put my shoes on outside and put the keys in my pocket. I proceed to walk down my long driveway and head to where Cameron's house is.
Something was strange about the neighborhood. People are usually out and about, but it feels like a ghost town. The eerie fog really set the tone. It was silent, dead silent, so silent you can hear a pin drop from miles away. I kept my eye on the sidewalk, because that is the only thing I see now. A chill runs through my spine as the wind picks up.
For some reason, I feel like someone is watching me. I look over my shoulder, but see nobody. I could of sworn I heard footsteps when my feet hit the pavement. I walked a little faster and had some urgency. I now know for a fact that someone is behind me because I heard them trip on a rock on the pavement. I stop and look back.
"Who's there?" I asked nervously.
They didn't answer which scared me. That's when I started sprinting, trying to get away from whoever it is. I decided to take a detour into the woods. Since I can't see anything from two inches in front of me because of the fog, I knocked into a variety of trees. I hear them grunting and panting. I actually felt their cold fingertips brush my back. I finally got away and I realized where I ended up, a place where I thought was my second home. It was Cameron's house.
I realized the slide door was opened, so I peaked inside the house and it was empty like the ghost town I call my neighborhood. I step inside and looked around for Cameron. I hear crashing coming from upstairs. I slowly walk upstairs and in the hallway it looked like a war zone. There was clothes thrown around, boxes fill with prize positions, and ripped up photos. All this mess lead to Cameron's room. The door was locked and that scared me a little.
"Cameron, it's me, Nash," I said bagging on the door,"Are you okay?"
"N-Nash, this isn't a good t-time," he said sounding like he was crying,"C-Can you come back l-later?"
"I'm not leaving until you open this door," I stated.
"Well, then you're going to be out there for an eternity," he said sniffling.
"Okay, I'll wait," I said leaning on the wall.
About five minutes later, I see his head poke out. All I see on his face is the sorrow, his tear stained cheeks and his bloodshot eyes are questionable because Cameron is always happy. I guess that theory is wrong. He slowly steps out of room and he was inches away from my face. He bites his lip, seeing him violently scratch his arm. He slowly starts to breakdown as he kept staring into my eyes. His eyes soften and tear poured out of his eyes like a river. I hesitate at first, but I hugged him tightly.
"I missed you," he choked.
"I missed you too Cammie," I said rubbing his back.
