Fading // m.e

twenty seven.

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NASH’S POV

“Oh no you’re not.” I instructed firmly as I turned around.

“Please she’s my fr-”

“Look Cameron, I understand that you guys are close. I get it, but this is something that just I need to do.” I finished before throwing on my hood to protect me from the cold I was about to encounter downstairs.

 “Sorry Cam - we’ll hang out later.” I rushed as I the doors began to shut tight.

“Fine.”

I quickly looked through the closing gap between the sliding doors to see what he wanted, but he wasn’t there; he was running for the emergency stairs.

. . .

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, fumbling it in the process as I scrolled through my ‘favourites’ list on my contacts. ‘She’s gonna be so pissed if he follows. C’mon hurry up and load.’ I chanted to myself as I stared nervously at the screen, the quiet ringing tone playing against my ear.

“Hello?” She asked quietly.

“Who is it?” A voice asked in the background – Matthew.

Great, now I had Cameron trailing me, and Matt hanging out wih Analise. He’s going to ask so many questions to why I’m dragging her off all of a sudden.

Then who’s fault will it be?

I didn’t have time – her appointment was literally in five minutes, and I had completely forgot. I had to be better than this; on this trip I was her guardian, and if this was mom, she would’ve gotten Analise there in time with probably fifteen minutes to spare so they can read the old crappy tabloids on display in the waiting room.

“Analise it’s Na-”

“Yeah I know, caller ID remember?” She joked.

“Analise I’m serious.” I explained. Now was seriously not a time for joking around. We were late, and I needed to make sure that Cam didn’t find us as well as making sure that Matthew didn’t  follow.

“Woah you only continuously call me Analise when you’re stressed out or I’m in trouble…”

“Ana, your appointment.” I reminded her, only to hear her gasp through the phone.

“Oh my gosh! What time?” She stammered.

“Now. Where are you?” I asked, running out of the elevator and through the grand lobby full of tourists and rich snobs.

“About ten minutes away at the small reserve across from the ‘Corner Café’. I-it’s in the direction of the movie theatres.” She blurted out.

“Alright I’ll be there soon. Explain to Matthew that you gotta go.”

“How did you kn-” She quesioned through the speaker before I hung up.

CAMERON’S POV

I took a moment to regain my breath. I hate stairs – there, it’s official.

I looked around through the lobby. C’mon it couldn’t be so hard to spot Nash; he would be the only guy in the lobby in a bright blue hoodie and with blonde streaks. Actually, he would be the only teenager down here at all.

‘Found him.’ I celebrated in my head as I followed behind, staying behind a couple metres back.

I don’t care if this was something ‘just he and Ana had to do’, I cared because I needed to know if she was alright and what happened after the movie. But f course I wouldn’t ask that to her face.

Because stupid Matt would just stand there in her way, protecting his new friend – Just perfect.

I can’t believe I actually thought that…. We used to be so close. But that was before this trip. I was even there when he slowly peeled to insanit; helping him become his old self again - but he’s a whole different kind of crazy now.

Nash rushed through the few people in the streets, zig-zagging at full pace. I officialy needed to know what he was doing and where he was going – call me nosey, but this is my family.

“Sorry.” I whispered to a passing family as I hid behind them, watching Nash as he slowed down, pressing his phone against his ear.

“Alright you told him yet?” He asked her, beginning to jog again, regaining speed. ‘Was he in that much of a rush? Maybe you should back off.’ I told mysef, but my feet didn’t listen. They just kept walking by… behind a family who was probably wondering why some guy was hiding behind them – I’m surprised they even let me.

“Okay, I’m around the corner, come meet me so he doesn’t see.”

“Oh I see you.” He blurted all at once as he tapped the ‘end call’ button continuously, running over to a small figure in the distance that was running towards Nash – it was Ana.

. . .

They ran through the empty streets, so it wasn’t that ard to keep track of them – I ended up probably a block behind them.

Not due to me being lazy, but because I wanted to keep cover...

They finally came down to a pretty street; like any suburban road full of shops and businesses – you had your scattered fresh produce stores, a diner, family businesses, even small cinics and some office buildings.

After a while of coasting down the street, they swung open a heavy looking siver door, revealing a plain white room with a few sad looking people waiting in their chairs patiently. Kind of like a doctor’s office – actually, it really was like a doctor’s office. Except having a common cold here radiated a gloomy and lifeless aura.

I made sure they were inside and distracted when I ran up to the hidden thick metal door along a row of identical others. But I found myself standing there as confusion washed over me while I read the bright red scratched sticker painted onto the glass, in an outdated cursive font.

‘Anderson Cancer Clinic & Therapy’  – Open 7 days a week.

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