Ethereal

Forty four

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"Camila." A voice called her out of her sleep. She felt a pair of hand on her shoulders, startling her.

"D-don't touch me. Please." She put her hands out in front of her face, as if to shield herself.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry Camila." The hands left her body and she wrapped her arms around herself. "I didn't mean to sca-"

"No, please just shut up I-" The Cuban pulled her knees towards her chest.

Thankfully, Elena took the hint and stopped talking, opting to sit on the edge of the bed instead.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"You had a bad dream. I know. It's been the fifth night in a row you've had a nightmare." Camila looked towards the floor solemnly. "You need to start going to individual therapy."

"You're not my mom Elena." Camila huffed.

"Yeah, well if you aren't going to look after yourself them who is? Me. I'm going to keep you in check. Because you don't deserve to be in here. You deserve to be with your bandmates. You deserve to be happy and you deserve to be healthy. I know you're stuck in some kinda mental rut right now but I'm trying to help you be happy." Elena exasperated.

"Fine, fine." She agreed, crossing her arms and letting out a groan.

"Lets just go get lunch or something." Her friend nodded.

"I'll meet you there."

Camila nodded. Both girls had decided to take naps before lunch. Unfortunately, Camila's nap was restless and uncomfortable. It was wracked with ruthless nightmares in the short period of time she was sleeping.

Camila threw a pair of black ripped skinny jeans on, as well as the sweatshirt Lauren gave her. She loved wearing her girlfriend's clothes. It made her feel close to her even if they were half a country apart.

The intoxicating smell of vanilla drafted Camila and she immediately recognized the smell of Lauren's sweatshirt, making her heart ache once again.

She walked towards the cafeteria, mentally begging herself not to trip, like always.

Camila quickly grabbed a tray of food and sat down at the table her and Elena usually sat at together. Looking around, she saw mostly 5 people sat at one table. Her and Elena never bothered to find other friends. It was always just them. And that's all they needed.

"So you're Camila Cabello right?" An unfamiliar voice asked. She looked up from her plate of food to see the face matched the voice. It was unfamiliar. She didn't know who this girl was. The girl had dark black hair and deep, icy blue eyes. She looked to be about 17.

"Uh, y-yeah." Camila answer hesitantly.

"Why are you even in here, stutter?" The small girl frowned at the derogatory meaning of the new nickname she had seemed to have earned.

"An eating disorder." Camila responded, her voice laced with insecurity. She made sure not to stutter this time.

Camila wasn't so sure why exactly she was so intimidated by the girl in from of her. It wasn't clear why she was having as much anxiety as she was right now.