Pretty sure I used this quote already but whatever.
CHANNING'S POV
"Mom, I don't even know anymore." I whisper.
Cam sunk into a depression after Uncle Matt left six months ago.
She's as bad as she was at Clark. She's just a shell of herself.
It's because she told her mom that she needed a break from the family and her mom said she was trying to take her children away from her, and she was trying to take her grandchildren from her. She started to get quiet, and the happiness slowly left her eyes. I was completely oblivious to it at first, but she started to wake up at three in the afternoon after both Ethan and Aaron were home from school. She's only eat dinner, if I forced her.
I've done everything in my power and she just...
She's not getting better.
I haven't told anybody. Caroline and Chris are really good friends of ours, so they know, and Annabell knows.
Cam destroyed her phone, and I offered to get her a new one.
She told me no.
It's time. I need help. I don't know what to do, and I saw her cutting the other day.
She's hit rock bottom.
"What's wrong?" Mom asks into the phone.
"Cam." I say.
"Wait, I'm with her family." She says. "What's going on?"
I know she probably put me on speaker.
"She's hit rock bottom." I say. "I don't know what to do. I've never not known what to do. She's cutting, she's not responding to anything. She sleeps all day and she only eats if I force her. She cries all the time, but she locks me out of the room. I'm seriously, seriously thinking about sending her to rehab."
There's a long silence on the other line.
"She's cutting?" I hear Nana ask.
"Yes." I say. "I don't know what to do. I'm going and checking on her every hour. She won't even leave the room."
"Would it help if we came there?" Kathryn asks.
"I don't...I don't know." I say.
"Channing, you can't blame yourself." Dad says.
"I'm always the one that helps her. I'm always the one that gets her out of her issues. I can't do it. Nothing works."
"Well, I think you need to think abut rehab." Mom says.
"She'll never forgive me." I whisper.
"Sweetheart," she sighs. "Would you rather her miserable and depressed until she kills herself, or would you rather her hate you, but happy?"
I'm quiet for a long time.
"I just want her happy." I whisper.
"Them that's your answer." Dad says.
"Sweetheart, let us come to you. We can try an intervention?" Mrs. Armstrong says.
I'm quiet for a long time. "Alright." I sigh. "Okay."
I text Mom the address.
Aaron comes home with Ethan around two hours later. They take the bus.
