Human // c.d

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"Jessi." Cameron breathed out, "This is your room?"

I glanced at him, nodding and then turning back to look at the little girl room that stood in front of me.

Nothing had changed, nothing. My bed was nicely made, and the room was clean. Not a spec of dust anywhere, and the hardwood floor had been swept.

I blinked, and a few tears fell down my cheek, Cameron there to wipe them.

"It's okay to cry, it's okay." He softly said to me, and it's if my emotions listened to him, and I was instantly locked to his chest, faint cries escaping my trembling lips. I hadn't cried yet, I'd tried being strong, and to fight away my feelings, but I can't. I can't keep pretending like everything is okay.

I stepped foot into the small room, eyeing every aspect of the place. All of my clothes were neatly hung up, the same way they were right before my mom kicked me out. She didn't let me have any clothes or anything, only a fifty dollar bill for a subway ride, and I somehow ended up in NY.

"Is this yours?" He half smiled, pulling the white teddy bear off of the bed, the front saying 'I Love You'. My grandma gave it to me right before she passed, and I'd sleep with it every night. I'd cry myself to sleep in it, use it as a pillow, or even hug it and pretend it's actually hugging me back.

I cracked a smile, taking it away from his hands.

"And what if it is?" I shyly smiled at him, hugging the bear to my neck.

"I'd say you're a loser."

"You're mean." I said, setting the teddy bear on my dresser.

"I'm so confused." I admitted, bringing the tips of my fingers to my temple.

"Me too." He awkwardly said.

"The whole house is a disaster, even the outside, except for mine."

"Why is that?" He bit his lips in curiosity.

"I'd tell you if I knew."

"Maybe she cleaned it, took care of it."

"No, she couldn't have."

"But she could've." He grinned. "C'mon, it's obvious Jess."

"I mean, yeah, it's obvious she cleaned my room-"

"No, I'm saying it's obvious that your mom missed you. Why else would she keep your room clean and not anything else?"

"Maybe she slept in here." I suggested.

"Then explain the cigarettes by the mattress in her old room."

I sighed, "I don't know Cameron." My expression brought an apologizing look on his face.

"No, I mean, I'm just saying she could have been sleeping in here. Does that bother you?" He asked, fiddling with the picture frames on my dresser.

"No." Yes.

"At least she made the bed." He half smiled, and I softly aimed at his shoulder.

"Stop, this isn't funny."

"It's not." He agreed.

"It's confusing as hell." I bit my lip.

"But this is even more confusing." He held up an envelope that read "Jessi" on the front.

We both exchanged stares, and I was quick to snatch it out of his hands, plopping myself onto my uncomfortable bed.

"Dear Jessi".