Bloodsucker •Cameron Dallas•

5.3 - cheating death

Yasmin's P.O.V

5 Days Later

Cheating death felt like I had been gone for a decade. It's hard to accept that I had nearly died. I don't remember much. But, I do remember what it felt like. It felt like a very long waiting game, in pitch blackness.

Who did I wait for?

What was going happen?

Them two thoughts constantly ran through my mind. I remember feeling scared and alone. I wanted someone by my side. But, that wasn't the case. The more I remembered, the more it made me feel low and depressed. I've tried everything I can to suppress those memories. But, I just can't seem to do it.

Every time I feel those emotions, Cameron makes it well aware that he knows. His mood also dampens. Neither of us can help it. It just happens.

My phone suddenly buzzed, allowing me to escape from my thoughts. I looked at the screen, to see Cameron video calling me. I accepted his call, and waited for his face to pop up. My lips cracked into a smile once I saw him.

"Hey babe." He said.

"Hey."

"How are you?" He asked.

"I'm tired." I responded, covering my mouth after as I yawned.

"I can tell." He pouted.

"How are you?" I asked, after I yawned.

"Good now that I've seen that beautiful face of yours." He winked, which only caused my smile to widen.

"Stop it." I say, blushing.

"Can't a guy compliment his girlfriend?" He grinned.

Obviously he can. It's just me being me. I'm confident when I want to be. Once I get male attention, I turn into a shy rabbit.

"Hello-oo. Earth to Yasmin." I heard him say.

"Yes. I'm here." I say, waving at the camera.

"You're Mom is at home, right?" He asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Good." He responded.

He meant everything he said. He was not going to let me be alone. Even though my Mum was home, he was directly across the street from us. Most of the time, he would attempt to come round. But with Mum in the house, he knew that'd be impossible.

"It's your birthday soon." He says excitedly.

"What do you want?" He asked.

How could I forget. It's the one date that constantly runs through my mind. The date where I saw myself die.

"Nothing."

It's true. I don't like celebrating birthdays, let alone receiving gifts. Age to me is simply just a number. I don't feel any older. I just feel normal. Plus, receiving gifts simply means having to return one at a later date. And trust me, trying to figure out what someone likes is hard for me.