Friends? A Magcon Fanfiction

Nothing Is Impossible

*A FEW DAYS LATER*

Bruises, scars, burns, and scratches cover my body. I have two black eyes, a bloody nose, and many other bruises in other places. I'm his punching bag. He either beats me, or has sex with me. I can't keep doing this, I can't even see my true skin color when I look in the mirror. I've looked so weak before. I need to sneak out of here some how. 

"I'm going to take a shower, don't go anywhere," he said pointing at me as if I was his pet. I'm not a dog, I'm not going to just stay where ever he puts me. I have needs, feelings, and wants. Does he honestly think I want to stay he and get beaten everyday? He accidently left his window unlocked, I slowly slid it up enough for me to sneak out. I grabbed my things and threw them through the window. I tip toed to the window slowly and quietly so he didn't hear me. The floor started to creak the more steps I took. I jumped through the window landing on my arms. I ran, ran as fast as I could. I ran to Courtney's house as fast as I could. I made it there finally, but it took me about ten minutes of running. I was out of breath, I pounded on the door, as I waited for her to open it. She opened the door quickly, and she dropped her orange juice on to the ground. It spilled all over the floor and the glass broke.

"Danielle, what happened to you?" she said with a horrified look on her face.

"Nash, I was stuck in his house for five days. He beat me every day," I cried. She hugged me, not tightly, since she was scared she'd hurt me. 

"Come in," she said moving away and cleaning up the orange juice.

"That's not the reason I'm here," I said my voice was shaking.

"What do you need?" she asked.

"I need to find Cameron," I said. I don't know why, but he seemed like the right person to help me get better.

"He's home," she said. I got up and ran to the door. Then I realized, I don't know where he lives.

"Where is his house?" I asked.

"Five houses down from mine," she said pointing to the right. I gave her a hug.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry I didn't believe you I should've," I admitted.

"Its fine, it did seem ridiculous to believe. Go get your man!" she exclaimed. Thankfully I have a best friend that understands me better then I do myself.

I ran down the street, counting off every house I pass. One. I hope he's home. Two. What if he moved on already? Three. I shouldn't go. Four. I can't turn back now. Five. I ran up the steps and quickly knocked on the door. I left my stuff at Courtney's since, well, I forgot about it actually. I tried to catch my breath as I waited for him to answer. I watched the door slowly open. I stood there holding my small delicate hands together. There was dried up blood all over my hands for the scratches on my body. There he was. He was curled up in a white fluffy comforter. His hair was sticking up, the bags under his eyes were purple. His eyes were bloodshot, and his posture was looking exhausted. He looked thinner then usual.

"Cameron what happened to you?" I gasped.

"I should ask the same," he said looking at me. His comforter fell from being wrapped around him. He walked over to me and held me. I cried into his bare chest. I'm happy I came here.

"I realized that Nash isn't the one I'm supposed to be with. I'm supposed to be with you," I admitted.

"It took you long enough to come back," he said through a smile. Its been six days since I've seen him. 

"I may not remember everything, but I know that I want to try and figure this all out with you. I'm so sorry for hurting you, I didn't realize how much you cared until I came across someone that didn't care about me," I said through tears. I cried into his bare chest. The smell of him brought back something. I remember being held by him before. But when? When was the last time he held me? I cried harder and he held me tighter. It was when Sara tried to kill me, when she kissed him. It's starting to come back now.

"Cameron, I'm starting to remember," I said pulling away from him. 

"The doctor said its nearly impossible for your memory to comeback," he said shaking his head.

"The last time I cried like that and you held me, was when Sara tried to kill me. We threw her out of my house and she broke the glass coffee table," I said through happiness, even though I was upset she broke the table. It was my favorite table in the house. 

"Oh my god, how?" he said confused.

"Our love, it.. it made the impossible happen," I stuttered. He held me again even tighter, I stopped crying, I just let his arms envelope me as I sunk into his chest.