32 Memories - Cameron Dallas

Day 18

chapter 20: broken glass

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This whole 'trying to get Mary's memory back' thing is becoming very intricate for Cameron. Everything was so hard to understand, including the medical stuff and the way Mary thinks. He had no idea how this was all going to turn out by the end of August, but he was starting to expect the worst.

They were going on a walk. It was a gloomy day which was odd because the rest of this week has been bright, sunny, and mostly happy. Today it was different. Neither of them said anything as they walked side by side. Cameron wanted to reach out and grab Mary's hand, but he chose against it.

They came across a small bridge spreading across the river. Not one for driving on, but for riding bicycles and walking and sitting on the benches. Nobody was around. He assumed it's because nobody wants to be outside in the dreary weather.

He had the jar tucked under his arm, and he stopped next to the bench to set the jar on it. After she noticed that he stopped walking, Mary stops too. She looks like she wants to say something, but she keeps her mouth pressed into a thin line. Cameron has been doing the same all day.

Finally, he decides to say something. "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm getting tired of all the silence."

She stares at the water below them for a few moments. She replies to him without looking away. "I don't have anything to say."

"I know you do," he objects, "so just tell me what's on your mind."

She then seems frustrated with Cameron. She turns on her feet and shoots him a glare. "You can't force me to say something."

"Hey, don't get angry. I'm sorry, you don't have to say anything."

"I'm not angry!"

"Then why are you yelling?"

"I'm not!" She grunts, putting her face in her hands. Cameron stands there a few feet away, not knowing if he should pull her into his arms or not. It hurts him not to do that, so he just moves towards her and wraps his arms around her.

Cameron was taken aback when she shoves him away from her. "You really want to know what's on my mind?"

"Yes..."

"Okay, fine." She takes a deep breath before letting it all out. "I'm tired of this stupid jar. I'm never getting my memory back! You know it, I know it, Shawn knows it, my mother knows it, everyone knows it. I don't want you to try anymore. I've grown used to not remembering anything. Things are never going to go back to the way they were, so stop trying so hard!"

He stands there without knowing what to say. He is actually speechless. She's taking slow, deep breaths while Cam just stares at his feet.

"Maybe you should just leave me alone," she adds, making his head snap up, "so I can just start over with my life. I'll figure out what to do on my own. My doctor will help me, and my mother, I don't need you, Cameron."

Yes she does. She doesn't know just how much she needs him. "Mary, you do need me."

"You need to stop thinking you know what's best for me!"

"Let's just read a memory, maybe you will calm--"

"No!" She yells as Cameron reached for the jar. "I hate this jar, and I hate all the memories in it!"

She has tears now, rolling down her cheeks and welling up in her eyes. Cameron has no idea what to do as she grabs the jar, emptying all the memories into the river below them in a matter of seconds.

Cam opens his mouth to tell her to stop but nothing comes out. He reached for the memories floating in the wind, but he can only grasp the air. "No..."

He stares blankly at the colored papers hovering in the air until they settle on the water, and soon they're gone, out of his sight. "No, no, no. Mary, what did you do?!" He turns and yells at her just before she slams the jar on the concrete.

It shatters with the most horrifying sound that he could possibly hear. The sound that Cameron has always hated since he was a kid. The sound of glass breaking. It was like he was a young boy again, hiding in his bedroom and covering his ears tightly as he tried to block the sounds of glass shattering from below him due to his parents throwing things, fighting. But this time, it was Mary breaking the glass.

He never would have expected Mary to be the one breaking the glass.

"What did you do..." He repeats, quieter this time. He was barely able to speak. He was covering his ears, expecting more glass to break. But there was nothing left to break.

Mary stood there breathing heavily. She thought after getting rid of the jar itself would let her anger out and make her feel better. She thought it would lift a weight off her chest, but it didn't. Once she looked at the boy standing near her with that look on his face, she felt terrible.

"I'm..." she didn't have anything to say either.

Cameron turned away and started to walk. His face was emotionless. He had nothing to say and there was nothing he could do. It would not process through his mind that the memories were long gone, and the jar that was once so important to Mary was lying in pieces on the ground.

It drove him crazy just how fast things could change.

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y'all that was the shortest chapter ever what

im just terrible at updating :-)

ugh like usual this isn't edited so feel free to point out mistakes and I probably won't change them but w.e.