Eleven

Once Upon A Time I Loved You

The last thing I remember when I fell asleep was the beating of Camila's heart, so when I woke up and that was gone, I was instantly worried. I slowly lifted my head up – my eyelids had to fight to stay open. How long had I been asleep?

I flipped over on the couch. Then I noticed Camila standing fully clothed in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Killing you." She replied simply.

I was silent and so was she. The room was dark; the only light source in the room came from a small lamp in the corner. Her face was dark, and her eyes were cold. My heart continued to beat faster and faster.

"I love you though." I said.

"Shut up."

"I love you Camila." I didn't move at all. My voice was steady despite my heart rate. Then Camila pulled out a gun out of her jeans. My gun. The gun I told her was located in my dresser.

"Why?"

"Another pimp wants you dead. He's tired of all the competition."

"Why are you doing it?"

"A small sweet little girl? Who would ever expect her to kill someone. Especially killing someone in cold blood. I'm going to shoot you, then reload. Then shoot you some more."

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. Then Camila raised the gun. I felt something in my leg. Then another in the other. Camila continued shooting until five bullet holes were in my legs. I didn't cry though. I didn't feel anything.

Then Camila started to reload the gun.

Then I saw me.

I saw Lauren. I saw me. I saw my reflection. I saw everything.

She was standing behind Camila. Her head was on Camila's shoulder, one hand slid into Camila's shirt grabbing her breast, the other slid down the front of her pants. She kissed at Camila's neck while Camila snapped the barrel closed and continued to discharge the gun, riddling my torso with five bullets. Each one missed my heart, but that's the only place I felt anything – the rest of me was numb.

Camila pointed the gun at my head. Almost verbatim, Lauren looked up at me. She was frowning. She actually looked like she was crying. Or had been. Maybe it was the coke. I don't know.

Then she mustered the most reassuring of smiles she possibly could. I could feel the regret in it. I could also feel the hate.

"It's nothing personal."

Then Camila pulled the trigger.

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A/N: hehehehehehehehehehe

Love yourselves. You are more than worthy.

Love you all. (:

-Sel