The Story of Us || g.d.

~16~

"She's asleep, Dad. You don't need to wake her up yet." I hear Cameron talking furiously.

"I want to talk to her." My dad's voice echoes.

I open my eyes and bolt upright when I notice my new surroundings. I'm not where I fell asleep in the first place. News from yesterday comes back to me so I sigh and lay back down, not wanting to move ever again.

"Trinity." Dad walks towards me, carefully, and sits down on the side of the bed. I don't say anything. I just stare at him. "Look, I put the funeral for Thursday. Is that okay?"

"Yes." I look away and close my eyes.

"People want to see you, Trinity. You can't just stay in here all day." My dad puts his hand on my leg.

"Let her be." Cameron leans against the doorway.

"I'm letting her lay here." Dad stands up and kisses my forehead. "I'm gonna give you money to go shopping later with Ally or Cameron, okay?"

"Okay." I monotonously answer.

"And please be careful with those boys." He pats my arm and strides out in his tailored suit. I just curl up and pull the comforter over me. I can't believe Cameron brought me to his apartment when I was asleep. I would've went gratefully awake.

"Want anything for your head?" Cameron approaches me. I furrow my brows and feel the bandage, still on my head.

"Is this your bedroom, Cameron?" I frown and dodge the question. I'm really not in a good mind set as of right now.

"Yes. What about your head?"

"I want to go back to sleep." I take a deep breathe and close my eyes.

"I need to go out for meetings in a bit. Can I trust you to be here alone?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Why couldn't you?" I open my eyes again.

"You're here and actually talking to me." Cameron shrugs.

"Sure." I answer, closing my eyes again.

"I'm just going to be downstairs watching TV, okay?"

"Sure." I reply again. He just nods and walks out, closing the door behind him.

The pain in my heart increases, making me want to break down yet again. I can't believe she's gone. I can't believe the person that raised me my entire life is actually gone. I barely got to spend time with her this past year. School and work get in the way of everything. Mom didn't even get to see me grow up and have a family. My children won't even be able to meet one of their grandmothers, one of the best people I know. And this stupid fucking bandage on my head. I hate the stitches and I hate the person that did this. I hate that I meant Grayson and Ethan and I hate that they both have to like me. I hate it all. What's a life worth living if I'm never going to find happiness again? 

I bite my lip and push out of the bed, walking into Cameron's bathroom. I frown when I notice my distressed reflection in the mirror. I shake my head and open the cabinet above the sink, noticing some medicine. I take the first bottle I see and struggle to open it, getting more frustrated. I sob and turn it harder. All of a sudden, I hear Cameron open his bedroom door. I quickly open it, sending pills flying everywhere. I start crying and try to pick up all of them.

"Trinity Mae!" Cameron rushes over to me, pulling me into his arms on the ground. I clutch onto his shirt and bury my face into his chest, sobbing so hard that I could puke at any moment. "What were you trying to do? Kill yourself? That's not the way. Never. Oh my god. I love you." He starts crying and squeezes me harder. I cry harder.