Suicidal Love

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Serena's POV:

It's been a whole week since I have left this room. I have only gotten out of this bed to use the bathroom. I haven't eaten, I haven't slept, and I haven't seen Cameron. I wonder how he is doing in this awful jail cell. He doesn't deserve this.

I have been writing in a journal my mom sent me, she hasn't visited me yet. She is so upset with me, I don't think she will ever visit. I just sit in this room and write. And write. And write.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." I yelled.

My doctor, Dr. Hampton, came in. He was a really sweet man.

"You have your first appointment for therapy today. You should shower maybe... I mean, only if you want." He laughed, I didn't find it amusing.

"Your appointment is at 1 pm." He said and left the room. I checked the time, 10 am. Cool. 3 full hours to spare. I guess I could shower, then maybe eat so I don't look too sick. I hopped in the shower and got changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt my mom sent me as well. She sent me a whole suitcase of things, a whole years worth of it.

I walked out of my room for the first time ever. I made my way down to the cafeteria. I saw a few patients, sitting alone at their own tables. I grabbed some oatmeal from the buffet table and sat down to eat quietly. As I was just about done eating, I heard someone sit down across from me. I look up to see who it is. Fuck. Cameron.

"Hey." He said, quietly.

"Uh, hi." I said and stood up to throw my food out.

"No," he grabbed my arm, "Don't leave." He looked into my eyes. I wanted to just leave and forget about him, but I couldn't. His touch was warm, it made me feel something.

"I'm just going to throw this away." I continued and came to sit right back down.

"So, we just met last week, and you already hate me." He stated.

"No that's not it at all, I don't hate you."

"Well then why don't you want me to talk to you?" he asked. I had to think of a lie, and quick.

"It's.. complicated." I said. Wow, good one Serena.

"Well, I'm sorry, but that isn't stopping me from being your friend." He grabbed my hand. "I want to get to know you."

I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't say no. My mind told me that I couldn't be his friend, but my heart was telling me the opposite. You know what, I'm going to follow my heart.

"Fine." I replied. His eyes grew big and he smiled so bright and beautifully. His smile made me feel... a little more human.

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"Well, since we are friends now, what should we do?" And with that we went to his room and played games, talked, and even watched a movie.

"Hey, what time is it?" I asked.

"Uh 12:58." Oh crap, I have therapy in two minutes.

"Oh, I have to go, I'll see you later Cameron." I said as I walked out.

"Yeah, I'll see you around." He said.

This was the first time I have felt happy since... Nash. I can't believe Cameron could make such a huge impact on me, but yet again, I'm the reason he is in here. I'm the reason he tried to take his own life, and he doesn't even know it.