Silently Screaming

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

    "Camber, don't you ever do that to me again, I swear to god." Panting, my hair is stuck to my sweaty forehead, but I could care less right now. I just saved my best friend from death. Never thought, never wanted to be able to say that, but now I can.

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     Ivori, best friend. I want you to know that I love you, and when no one else can, you hear my voice. My inner one, the one only a true best friend could hear. Thank you so much for accepting me, and not trying to to fix me. It means more than you could ever know. But- I can't. I can't do this anymore. Those eyes haunt me every day and every night, and I constantly live in fear thinking they will find me. So I'll make it to where they can't. No one will. When I'm gone, would you please make sure all those bastards won't claim they were always there for me. Because, in reality, the only people who've been there for me since becoming an orphan is you and Carol. I love you. Remember that. Please. This is it for me.

      Love Forever,

        Camber</3

    My heart sank down into my stomach. The message was sent ten minutes ago. There's still time.

     Putting my car into dive, I pull out of the parking lot, and slam my foot on the gas pedal. There may be time, but there isn't much. Ignoring all signs and lights, I get to Camber's in record time.

     Putting my vehicle in park, and jumping out, I run up the drive, to the front door. Not bothering to knock, I twist the knob, praying it's unlocked.

Thank God.

    Running into the kitchen first, where the medicine is kept, I see that the basket that contains all the bottles is on the island, seemingly undisturbed.

     Going through the bottles, I notice one is missing. Only one. Her anti-depressants. But those, those can get the job done, just as well as any other medication.

     Running up the staircase, I trip on the second to last stair, and come tumbling down to the base once again, hitting my chin on every step. The pain throbs, but I ignore. The pain I feel, is nothing compared to the pain I will feel if I lose my best friend.

     I get up and climb the stairs again, a little more careful this time. I make it, and immediately re-pick up my pace, practically running down the hall to her room. The door is open.

NOT a good sign.

    "Camber Leewood, I swear if you are not alive, you are so dead. Please don't do this to me. To Carol." Whimpering out of pure dread, I look around. Her room shows no sign of blood or pills, and the only telltale sign that she has been here is the phone on the floor. Her phone, blinking with the messages I sent on the way.

      I don't pick it up, because, really, what's the point? I already know what the messages say anyways.

     Continuing on to the bathroom, I freeze.

Shit.

Shit.

SHIT!

    There lay Camber, wrists a bloody mess, a half-empty bottle of pills next to her. She's conscious it seems, but barely. Standing over her, her eyes are staring unfocused into the ceiling. I drop to my knees, and grab her body. Instantly, she tries to get away from me, groaning, but I hold on tightly.

     Dragging her over to the toilet, I do the only thing I can think of. Sticking my finger down her throat, she gurgles, bile obviously coming up her throat. Holding her hair, I watch her throw up the pills into the toilet, and breathe a sigh of relief.

     After she stops, I use a spare rubber band to put her hair in a messy ponytail. I let go of her, and she slumps onto the wall, looking miserable.

     I grab a washcloth, and wet it with warm water. I go back over to her, and lightly grab her forearm. I turn it to where I can see the cuts better, and get to work. I lightly massage the several cuts on her wrists, the washcloth absorbing the blood. Once I'm done with that wrist, I go to the next.

     By the time they are both clean and have a thin layer of ointment on them, I apply the bandages. Looking at Camber, some color is back in her face. A good sign. 

     People may call me a moron for not taking her to the hospital, but I know that wasn't what she wanted. She hadn't even wanted to be found, but I'm not the type person to let her best friend die just like that.

     "Camber, don't you ever do that to me again, I swear to god." Panting, my hair is stuck to my sweaty forehead, but I could care less right now. I just saved my best friend from death. Never thought, never wanted to be able to say that, but now I can.

     Sitting down next to her, I breathe a sigh of relief. We both look pretty awful, but I could care less right now. We don't talk, but I feel better knowing that she's here, alive and breathing, and a smile creeps onto my face despite myself.

It has been one hell of a day.

*A/N: DEDICATED TO BREANNAHMARIEFAY BECAUSE HER COMMENTS MADE ME SMILE :). WELL, CAMBER LIVED (QUE THE APPLAUSE).

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