Rebel {Shameron Fanfiction}

Chapter 14: His Eyes

I watch him wipe his tears as he looks into my eyes once more. His eyes were bloodshot, seeing fear and loneliness behind those chocolate brown eyes. His hands were shaking like an earthquake erupting the ground. He actually looked human.

I felt something when I touch his shoulder, this overwhelming darkness. He was almost like a puppet being controlled, the string are slowly choking him. Something is terribly wrong with him and I am going to figure out what.

"Cameron, what is going on?" I asked looking down at him.

He gasped and looked up at me, with his now black eyes. He stood up and pinned me against the wall, putting my arms over my head. I can feel the fear within him. He is weak, I can sense it. He needs someone to help him pick up the pieces of his good heart. I look up at him once more and his grip became tighter.

"Cameron, y-you are better t-than this," I said as he moves closer to my face.

"I am not Cameron," he said in this deep voice.

He then held his head and collapse on my bed. I was absolutely frightened by this. What in the name of all that is good and holy is going on? Is there an obvious reason that he is like this and I am not grasping this? He laid there groaning and complaining about his head.

I sat next to him and felt his head, which was warm and sweaty. I then went to my bathroom, grabbed a rag, and wetted it. I went back to him and put a rag over his head. His face scrunch up, but relax when he was use to the warm towel on his face.

"W-What happened?" He mumbled.

"If I knew, I would tell you," I said looking down at him.

He looked up at me and sat up on his elbows. He was centimeters away from my face. It was like his eyes were turning a maroon color when he looked at me. I felt like I was put under this spell because I could not control my body as of now. I kept leaning in closer and closer, until I found the strength to break from the trance.

"I was a-about to-" I said before Cameron started leaning in,"Stop, t-this is not r-right."

"I can not control myself," he whispered,"I do not know what to do."

I pushed him off of me and curled up into my bed. He stood up and walked to the door. There he was standing there, by the door, staring at me with those maroon eyes. I close my eyes and cover my face with my hands. I felt him, unravel me and pin me down to the bed. He put my wrists over my head, watching me squirm and whimper.

"C-Cameron, please do not do t-this," I stuttered out feeling tears brim my eyes,"H-Have m-mercy."

He put his hand over his head again and fell off the bed. He was curled up in a ball and covers his face. I then watch him as he twitched and groan. I descended from the bed and I was about to touch his back, but he backed away from me. He looked over at the time and cursed out.

"Fuck!" He screamed,"Shawn, s-stay away from m-me."

"C-Cameron, w-what is going o-on?" I asked nervously.

He did not answer only ran out of the room and out the door as fast as possible. I did not bother to stop him, call him back here, or anything. I just sat there, on the floor, staring off into space, trying to connect to dots of what just happened. I could not figure it out, every possible answer is hitting a dead end.

Was his eyes really changing colors? Why was he acting so weird all of a sudden? Why did he wanted me to stay away from him? Was this all a dream, or is this real? All these questions that need answering. I want the truth that is covered up by his shades.

I can not be dreaming, I saw with my own two eyes. His eyes were really changing colors like a mood ring. It is almost like he is hiding a side of him that he does not want me to see. Like this so called beast that he has in chains and is slowly breaking from the restraints.

I need to know, the curiosity is killing me, like the metaphorical cat. I want to know, to help him even. I just want make him know that he can trust me. I can almost tell that he needs help. I can see the locked doors behind his eyes. Locked doors that can only be opened with the key of trust.

Secrets are behind those doors, that can give a whole new perspective of him or are completely meaningless. He is begging for help, wanting to have someone to talk to. I can be that person, I want to him to give me that key of trust to open all the doors. I want him to feel comfortable to tell me things.

He is hoarding so many secrets like an unclean garage with so much clutter in a small space. He need to open up instead being so closed off. I know he is hiding something and until that day where he finally gives me the key, I will watch patiently. When the day comes, I will be the shoulder to cry on, the ears to listen, and the arms to hold him close.

I can almost feel it in my bones that he is hiding something, something huge in his eyes, but maybe not in mine. I will wait patiently for him to open all the door where secrets lie behind.

They say that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. Well in my perspective, his eyes are the doors to the secrets that lie behind them.