Forbidden Love

Chapter Fourteen

     I really didn't know what to say or how to respond. Cameron was standing in front of me, talking to me. I was just standing in his hospital room, and he told me to move on.

     "What.....how.....when.....?" I asked, super confused and shocked. "Weren't you just laying in a hospital bed?" Cameron began to step backwards and he got farther and farther each step he took.

     "I just came to thank you for the love you've given me when I was alive", he began. "You've given me the best life I could ever ask for. When my dad abused me, you were there. When I was getting fought by two guys, you were there. You changed my life. I came from a bad home and you made me a better person. I wouldn't be here without you. I'm sorry I can't be with you from now on but just remember I'm always going to be with you. I know this may hurt but please don't be said. I will always be looking down at you, cheering you on, making sure you're always happy and having a great life. And yes I want you to move on. I want you to be with another guy, happy with someone else like you were with me. I'm always going to be with you no matter where you go. I love you, Emily." Then he faded away.

     "Hello, hello! Wake up!" A man's voice yelled. I felt someone shaking me and I eventually picked my head up. It was the man who was with me before. "Man, that medicine must have knocked you out. I tried waking you when the phone rang but you were out cold. Are you okay?"

     "I saw Cameron. He talked to me. I saw him", I cried. The man instantly pulled me into a hug then sighed.

     "I don't know how to tell you this", he started. "Cameron died about an hour ago. The doctors just couldn't save him as much as they wanted too. I tried waking you but you didn't wake up. They wanted to know if you wanted to go down to the hospital to say something to Cameron before they take his body away." I sighed a real heavy sigh. How I can I say goodbye to the one person who made me feel alive? How can I move on and forget all the times we had and everything we did together? How can I forget how he made me feel and how many times he was there for me when I was sad? I slowly got up and went to my car. The man that was with me drove to the hospital. We went into Cameron's room and my heart immediately dropped. Seeing Cameron laying there cold and lifeless, makes me wonder why I didn't do anything about it? Why didn't I get a better doctor for him? Why is this my fault? I slowly approached his bed and and held his cold, dead hand.

     "Cameron......" I said, softly. "Thanks. Thanks for joining my class and sitting behind me. Thanks for ignoring my friends when they didn't like you. Thanks for being a smart ass and for pushing me to be a better version of myself. Thanks for making me feel loved, happy, alive. Thanks for giving me a reason to keep going in life. Thanks for making me know what it feels like to be somebody's girlfriend. Thanks for making me know what it feels like to be loved by someone. And thanks for being the best person on this planet." I kissed Cameron for the last time then left his room. I don't know how I'm going to go on without him but I guess I'll have to try. I went back home and waited until the date of his funeral. I'm debating if I should go or not. I laid in my bed and cried my heart out. I didn't answer my friends, I didn't go to school, I didn't talk to Cameron's mom, I didn't talk to my parents, I didn't even open the curtains to let some light into my room. It was just me, in the dark, alone and depressed. People would come by to my house to see how I was doing but I didn't answer the door. I barely ate, barely slept, barely got up. I couldn't function without him.

Cameron's funeral came and I finally got up out of my bed to go. I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't want to lose him forever. I wanted him with me. I wanted him next to me. The funeral started and my heart broke more and more as it went on. Cameron's mom was crying, Cameron's friend's were crying, my friend's were crying, my parents were crying also but for some reason I wasn't. I wanted to cry but I just couldn't. The funeral lasted about 2-3 hours. Then it was time to bury him. We all went over to where he was getting buried and he slowly got buried into the ground. The funeral ended shortly after and everybody was telling me it's going to be okay, and that I'll find somebody else. I don't want anybody else and it won't be okay. The one I want is gone. The one I want to be with for the rest of my life is gone. Life will never be okay. It will never get better. I went back to my home and sat on my bed. Cameron was really gone. I won't see him when I go back to school, I won't hear his laugh, see his smile, hold his hand or feel protected. I began to clean out all the stuff he gave me and I threw it away if I really wanted it to move on like everyone keeps saying. I sat back down on my bed again and that's when I broke down. Cameron was gone forever.