Ghost of You

One.

After the loss of Cameron, no one spoke for days. It was like everyone had gone radio silent, and as if nothing had happened. But, that wasn't the case. No one had the words to explain how they felt about the loss of Cameron, it didn't feel real. My heart ached for his family, for all of his friends, and as selfish as this sounds, me.

Even though I never had the chance to meet him, I supported everything he did. He was the most caring human being in the world, and I wish I could've met him. He would've lightened up my world.

I recently got cheated on with by my now ex-boyfriend, Jack, with the girl he told me not to worry about. Hilarious how that turned out huh? And my best friend Aurora (Her Mom is obsessed with Sleeping Beauty, if you couldn't tell), ended up punching him in the face and threatening the shit out of him. It was entertaining, but it didn't help how I felt. She has sat in my room with me every day since, helping me through the panic attacks and the anxiety of him coming to attack me because I caught him cheating-- makes NO sense, I know.

But anyways, here I am all alone in my room, sitting on the bench in front of my window, looking in the stars, getting lost in the constellations. "Cameron, if you can hear me, I hope you're okay. We miss you down here, the world isn't the same without you." As if he hears me speaking, a shooting star crosses the sky, the light extremely bright and beautiful. Smiling to myself, I get up and crawl into bed, turning off my light and drifting to sleep.

Not even an hour later, I hear my window creaking. I assume its Aurora, and she climbs into my bed, pouncing on me. "Did you see the shooting star tonight? I was talking to Cameron and it went by!"

"We always talk to Cameron, Aurora. Yes, I did see it. I thought the same thing." I reply, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. Ever since we were little, we have watched the sky for any shooting stars. That's how we became friends. We saw the same shooting star and wished for the same thing in front of each other.

She shuffles on my bed and snuggles against my stuffed bear. "I wish it was all a lie," She sighs. "Well, I wish there was a way to bring him back."

"Me too, Aurora. Me too. He was such an amazing soul. Maisy was so lucky to meet him last year." I say sadly, rolling my eyes in the process. Maisy was a terrible human being who just wanted to sleep with whoever she could so she could get the record of sleeping with more people than Lacey Busch.

"Maisy is a bitch who wanted to sleep with him because he was famous-- ugh, she's disgusting." Aurora scoffs, rolling her eyes and sitting up.

"Exactly," I respond. "If I ever met him, I would've fallen in love with him."

"You're already in love with him." She laughs. I roll my eyes again and smile sadly.

"It sucks too, because I'll never be able to meet him." I laugh sadly.

The window slams open, ironically, and my nightstand by the window comes crashing down, glass shattering everywhere. Aurora and I stare at the window in shock, watching a ghostly figure make its way off the ground, stumbling and trying to get itself up. I slowly got out of my bed, looking at the figure that fell, well, crashed into my room. It started coughing, and looking around and trying to figure out what was happening. As soon as its eyes locked with mine, I gasped and tears swelled in my eyes. It was Cameron. What was he doing here? How was he here?

"C-Cameron?" I stutter, trying to grasp the concept of him being in my room, or even being alive. Well, in spirit anyways.

"W-Who are you? W-Where am I?" He stutters, tripping and falling to the ground, his eyes searching for anything.

"Cameron-"

"I-I- I thought I was-- dead," His eyes glassed over, tears spilling over his ghostly cheeks. I inched towards him, reaching out my hand and crouching down besides him. I attempted to wipe the tears off his cheeks, but my hand went directly through him. I sat there dumbfounded, covering my mouth and feeling like I needed to cry. He looked at me sadly, more tears spilling over his cheeks. "I am dead."