Summer Camp

Chapter Fifty Five

  And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

~ A Great Big World, Christina Aguilara 

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** Alex's POV **

I feel asleep holding Lana, but woke up alone. I giggled, and walked around the room looking for her. She was always good at hide and seek. 

But she wasn't in the room. I dropped back onto my bed. The King was just so awful, giving me the thing that I wanted most, then taking it away a second later. He was playing with him.

"I'm not a game piece," I screamed in frustration, flipping off the camera that face my bed. Fury ran through me, and a jerked up, grabbing a pillow, and ripping it in half. Feathers flew out everywhere, slowly floating through the air. I screamed again, and grabbed another pillow. Feathers covered the room, but I wasn't done. I went over to the vanity and knocked everything to the ground. I picked a hair brush out of the bathroom, and smashed the handle into the vanity mirror.

A small crack appeared, so I smashed it over and over, until it shattered, raining glass onto the wood and on the floor. I grabbed a large chunk of glass, and threw it at the wall. I let all of the anger come out, exhausting myself.

I had let all of my emotions hid in a tiny box, and I had let them out. I sat down on the floor in the corner away from the destruction, and noticed footprints of blood on the ground. 

There were pieces of glass sticking in my foot, with blood pouring out. I cried quietly, and started pulling out the pieces of glass that I could. 

I was crying so loud that I didn't know someone entered the room, until I saw Landon walking over to me.

"You did a good deal of damage," he said, chuckling. He had his doctor bag in his hand, and soon he had it sitting on the bed, open. He pulled out a box, and opened it. He pulled out a pair of tweezers and a two rolls. 

"Can you move up here," he asked, watching me cry.

I nodded, and tried to get to my feet. I yelped in pain.

"Need help," Landon asked me, when I sat back down, stopped from the pain.

I nodded, and Landon moved down to me. He picked my up carefully. He was a lot stronger than I would have guessed, and he place me gently on the bed. He moved me so that I was laying down, with my feet dangling off the edge. 

Landon moved across the room avoiding the glass, and grabbed the stool that sat infront of my vanity. He sat down, and put my bloody foot on his leg. I got his white coat bloody in the process.

He spent the next hour pulling out pieces of glass, and wrapping up my feet.

"I'm seeing you way to much," he told me, as he finished.

"I know," I told him, "But I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," he said, slipping out of the door.