MagCon Memories (Cameron Dallas Fan Fic)

Future

Chapter 17

Cameron's POV

The next month went really fast. I spent all my time with Daphne. She stopped cutting but went worse. She dropped from hundred and ten pounds to ninety pounds. She wasn't taking care of herself or was eating. She stopped talking to everyone. She was starting to ignore me. Now, even we don't talk. Seattle Architect University starts next week. SHIT!

Daphne's POV

I was captured and was being tortured by my thoughts. I saw the world as an arena and I was loosing. I was made out of bones and I lost my glow. I was pointless. Cameron told me he was leaving so I was trying to separate myself from him. He was leaving me. Tomorrow I turned 17. No one knew my birthday except Abby. There was nothing to celebrate. I had no morals and I was killing myself. Mentally and emotionally. I lost all my friends and I was more lonely then ever. Which left me alone with my thoughts. Way worse. I sat on my bed listening to 'Pretty Reckless'. Even though nothing was happening tomorrow was my birthday. I got up and took a shower. I braided my hair. I laid on the bed and I realized that I had forgot to have dinner with Cameron and his parents. I got up and got dressed. Opened my hair and blow dried and curled it. I wore a tight dress which was baggy right now. I was walking down the stairs when I slipped.

Cameron's POV

Tomorrow was Daphne's birthday September 27. Abby told me. My birthday is November 6. I called all of her friends and even they came to the funeral I told them everything. They were so sad because of judging before knowing was happening. They all agreed to come. I took a shower and packed my last box. Me and my parents decided to go to a goodbye dinner tonight. I was taking Daphne with me. I wore a button up with stripped pants and polished shoes. We were going to a very fancy restaurant. I then brushed my hair and got into my car to pick Daphne up. I came into the house and saw Abby over the couch. I went to see what was happening. Daphne was lying on the couch with a ice bag on her ankle.

"What happened?"I asked.

"I just slipped down the stairs." She said trying to smile.

"Can you walk?" I asked.

"Yes." she said while getting up. She jumped with a big "ouch" and fell back on the couch.

"You broke your leg." I said. " Let me take you to the hospital."

"What about dinner?"

"We still have an hour." I said. We didn't. I texted my parents and told I was going to be a little late. I carried her bridal style to the car. She was like a feather. At the hospital they made a cast for her ankle. It was broken. But they had to weigh the patient before and after putting it on. She asked for me to leave. I didn't, her health was on the line. I carried her to the machine. She was 84, 06 pounds. After the cast it was 87 pounds. She was way too thin. I was miserable. She was loosing her health. I rolled her to car in her wheel chair.

"Daphne, you cannot continue like this. I will help you."

"You can't help me. You are leaving in a week. My parents left, you will. No one can help me." she said almost screaming.

"If you wan't I won't go." I said. Putting my hand on her hand.

"No Cameron, you are not my boyfriend." She said pulling her hand away.

"You have a life ahead. I won't wreck yours." she said. That was just heart breaking.

"Daphne, I am your best friend. I won't leave." I said with agony.

"Just drop me off at my place. I don't want to do this right now. Go to fucking Seattle and I will maybe come for university. I am failing Cameron. I broke rock bottom and I am below that. I am a failure." she said crying.