The Summer Camp

His History Part Two

"Whats going on in here" I say with a crack in my voice. His eyes fly open at the sound of my voice. I walk to the foot of his bed, placing the food on his lap.

"Why would you care? You don't care about me. You never did. They told me you thought I was a toy." He replied with a snarl. I take out his soup and give it to him. I pull out my sand witch and take a bite. The cheese is still warm and gooey. He watches me take my first few bites before eating his soup. once we are done eating our soup and sand witch, I take the cupcakes out. I offer him one which he takes with a smirk.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me" I say when we are done eating the cupcakes.

"I did. But they opened my eyes to what really happened. You just wanted to date me to make Nate jealous. They opened my eyes to what I was missing. You shouldn't have saved me last night. It was a mistake on your part." He says while slowly getting out of bed.

He walks over to me. And puts one strong hand on my shoulder and looks into my eyes while continuing.

"If I could change anything about last night it would be you didn't save me. Then I could be happy again. It.Is.All.Your.Fault!" He says while pushing me to the floor. I land in a heap on the floor, feeling a sharp pain in my arm. I look up at him through the tears in my eyes. His angry eyes are softening to his normal happy ones. His eyes show the emotion regret and sadness. He reaches down to help me up but I slide away from him. His soft eyes harden and sofen at a rate I can't keep up with.

"I'm sorry! This is why I don't let people get close to me." He says while his eyes start to moisten. I slowly pick myself up and walk over to him while cradeling my arm. I ignore the pain and sit on the bed but stiffen when he moves. He takes the bed sheet off his bed and puts it around me.

"Why. Why do people tell me to ask you." I ask with my emotions showing.

"Who are saying that? What are they telling you to ask me?" He asks with a knowing tone in his voice.

"They told me to ask you about your past." I say slowly as if he will explode like he just did. He puts his head in his hands and takes a deep breath. He slowly raises his head and stands up. He walks over to the door and closes it. He walks back over to the bed and sits down.

"This is going to be a shitty sad and long story. Don't interrupt till I am done. Got it?" He tells me. I nod my head in reply. He lays his down so his head is in my lap. I subconsciously stroke his hair. His whole body relaxes. He takes a deep breath and starts to talk.

"It started when I came to camp. I take it that you know some of us stay here all year long right?" I nod my head not speaking like he asked.

"It all started when I was young. From the moment I was born my mom and dad knew I was different. It started out all fine but one day it took a turn for the worse. I was 8 years old, walked home from school and was waiting for my parents to get home when I started hearing voices. I talked to them and it was all fine till I got older."

"As I got older, my parents were worried why I was still talking to my 'imaginary friend' as they liked to call it. So when I hit the age of 11 they took me to a doctor to see why I was still talking to it. Turns out I have psycosis, a disorder in which I had multiple voices in my head."

" They requested immediate help. So off I went to the institute. I spent the next year and a half getting help. Of course though, it didn't work. The voices told me what to tell them so I would get released. From then on I belonged to the voices. What ever they told me to do, I had to do because if it wasn't for them I still would be stuck in a padded white room taking pills every six hours."

"But then they told me to start doing bad things. We had a deal that they would let me do sports and stuff by myself but in exchange they wanted me to be rude and mean to everyone so I would have nobody that would be concerned enough to try and convince me to get help. It happened when I got to close to a girl." By now he was full on crying. I felt my own eyes moistening at the sight of the guy I strongly cared for, at his weakest.

" We were all going swimming before the bond fire. The voices told me to stay under hte water f r a long time. When she dove in to save me, they made me hold her down under water. One counted and told me when to go back up and pretend that I saved her."

"Even though I did everything they told me, I was to late. They couldn't save her."

I look down to see him gazing into my eyes.

"They made me kill her. They thought she was getting to close to me so they made me drown her. I watched as she slowly had water fill her lungs..." He trails off

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to reply to that.. I uh I think I'll be going now.... " I replied, trying to wrap my mind around everything that just happened.