Besotted // Cameron Dallas

prologue

I looked down at my fingers, rubbing them together and blocking out the questions being asked. The room was quite warm and the bright windows overlooked the parking lot. I desperately wanted to be out there right now; anywhere but here. A car rushed by from the street, causing my focus to shift outside. It's funny how little things like to capture our attention when we'd rather be doing anything else. Procrastination is found in almost every teenager, as responsibilities shouldn't have to come on as fast as they sometimes do. I suppose it always comes down to the type of person you are and what situation you are in.

"Brooklyn." Her fingers snapped in front of my face, making me lean back in the comfy couch.

"Hm?"

"You need to work with me. I can't help you if you won't consent to my practices." She leans back and raises her eyebrows.

"I don't want to be here." I shrug and look her in the eyes.

"I understand and that's completely normal. I know you want to get better and to do that you have to listen to me."

I swallow and huff out a breath before beginning. "What do you want to know?"

"Talk about the time it happened." My therapist folds her hands together and rests them in her lap.

"I'm running up the hill, laughing at how much fun we were having. Her twin brother was with his friend, snowboarding down the hill and laughing at how ridiculous we were. It was cold, so cold that we were bundled up when we'd normally rather wear sweatshirts. I put the sled down and waited for her to get on the front since I just went in the front. Her brother wanted to race us to the bottom with their sled and soon it was placed on the ground beside ours. I smirked at her brother's friend before pushing our sled and jumping on, screaming as we zoomed down the road. We were neck and neck until we each launched off the rock towards the bottom. I remember screaming to jump off because we were too close to the road. I remember laughing when I fell into the wet snow and looking for my best friend. I remember hearing ear piercing screams and loud screeches before someone new yelling." I stop when I notice I'm crying.

"Can you continue?" The therapist purses her lips.

I bite my lip and look to the road. "I got up, all disheveled with wind-burned cheeks. I went to see what was going on and where everyone disappeared to. The sight that was revealed to me was the worst anyone ever could've experienced." I paused before looking back at my therapist. "That day I saw my best friends get murdered."

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~hailey