Death of Me • Camren

Eight

Warning: Drug overdose

Lauren feels disoriented. She feels confused, and sick, and betrayed for some reason.

She thinks maybe it's a dream, so she closes her eyes and pinches herself to make sure, but it hurts too much not to be.

"Uh, Can I help you?" The guy asks, furrowing his eyebrows. He probably thinks she's insane. If not for pinching herself as response to someone answering the door, then it's because she hasn't said a single word  since.

Either way, he didn't even try to hide the judgment on his face.

"Is Camila here?" Lauren asks. She blinks multiple times, then peeks into the room. There's a mess of clothes all over the floor and she can hear the shower running, but she asks anyway.

"She's in the shower," he answers nonchalantly, as if it's something he says all the time, and Lauren is a little disgusted with the way he talks, but she doesn't comment on it. "Ok, well tell her Lauren says we're leaving at 5:30." She half smiles because she doesn't know what else to do. "I'm Lauren, by the way." She adds, "and tell her I'll be in the car."

As if Camila wouldn't know which Lauren, but she seemed to get to know people very fast, so who knew how many Lauren's the girl was friends with.

The guy closes the door and Lauren stands in the hallway for what feels like hours. She doesn't know what she feels anymore, so she decides to go outside for some air. Her heart is kind of racing, but she plays it off as another symptom of withdrawal. She just needed to get high again, and soon.

Camila eventually joins her about 30 minutes later than Lauren had said. "Hey!" She breaths, throwing her suitcase in the back seat. "Hi," Lauren smiles, "ready to go?"

Camila nods then immediately pulls out her phone to connect to the aux. It looked like they weren't going to talk about it, and they didn't have to. Camila had every right to sleep with whoever she wanted without owing Lauren any sort of explanation.

So Lauren tried to focus on the road and the music she wished was louder, but curiosity got the best of her, and about 2 hours later she finally asked.

Camila looked at her because she knew Lauren couldn't look back for more than a second. "Um.." she begins, but it takes a while for her to form an actual sentence. "I don't sleep with random guys at hotels often, if that's what you mean," she chuckles a little. "It just sort of happened. I didn't think he'd still be there so I'm sorry you had to deal with him."

"Oh! It's ok..it's not..I don't mind- I mean, you can fuck whoever you want...I was just surprised."

"Surprised? Why?"

"I don't know. It was just surprising to go to your room and have someone else answer is all."

"Right," Camila takes a bit of offense with the comment. "I have sex, you know? I'm not...I don't know why that's a big deal."

"I didn't say you having sex was surprising, I was just surprised to see someone else in your room. Stop trying to pick a fight please."

Camila frowns. "I'm not trying to pick anything. You're the one that asked."

"You're right, I'm sorry." Lauren apologizes, and that's the end of that conversation. Camila is taken a back at how easily she'd given up, but she doesn't comment on it. She hasn't commented on anything really. Not the way Lauren's hands shook every few minutes, or the way she kept glancing at her phone. Camila guessed the shaking was because Lauren hadn't done any drugs since the other night, but she didn't think it would take so little to cause such prominent withdrawal symptoms, unless she was that far gone. To the point where she couldn't be sober a day anymore. Camila hoped it wouldn't get to this point, but decided to give it a few more days before she suggested rehab again. For now though, she would just have to keep a close eye and make sure Lauren did not die before then.