Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

60. Letting Go

This chapter is dedicated to the song "Little Lion Man" by Mumford and Sons. Please listen to it.

And for those of you who believe this is becoming a '5SoS' fan fiction, it is far from it. The next book will include Louis definitely throughout it and sometimes the boys will be in it too, but you have to deal. If you don't like that they are in it then stop reading.

This is the last chapter of book one. In the next book the updates will be more frequent, but will not be posted until February . Thank you for everyone who has supported this book and has never stopped reading. This isn't the end. xoxo
-Jess

P.S. Not Edited

Camilla's P.O.V.

My mind is clouded with confusion, guilt, and regret. Tears stain my cheeks.

I don't know how long I've stayed in this car. Dawn is approaching, rays of orange and yellow varying against the dark blue skyline.

'You left him there. What kind of person are you?'

The person who runs away.

Rain is starting to fog up the windows, incasing a cloudy feeling. Just like the same feeling I felt when I saw those golden locks next to me.

' You did it again, you slut. You ruined another relationship. Nice going, you little tramp.'

"No I didn't! Stop!" The voices have been digging their way to the back of my head since three in the morning, when I woke up to that muscular arm around me, those plump lips attached to my neck, snores leaving his mouth. "Please."

Reassuring my mind and body is confusing. Am I reassuring the figure everyone sees or the figure that just wants to be alone all the time? The figure that's transformed into someone that can't tell what person they are anymore?

'You're a coward. Stop running.'

But for once I don't listen to the voices echoing through my skull.

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I pile the last few books in the red locker, into the Galaxy bookbag that's been thrown on the shiny floor. This locker is just another memory being left behind, locked in a space that will never be opened in the back of my head.

Ever again.

I take off the last remaining pictures and magnets hung up, and pile them in the trash bin at the end of the hall. Once the task has been done, I shut the locker for the last time and head to my last class. Technically, since I'm leaving school early.

The class I have with everyone.

Biology.

The lady at the front desk hands me a late pass, giving me a glance of disappointment. This is at least the hundredth time she's given me a late pass in four months.

Hey, not my fault there is complications lady.

I stand up straight with pride, walking into the biology class. It seems like every time a student is late, the class is extremely quiet you can hear a pin drop. The students are all working on a worksheet that has to do with the human body, a scale model on each table. Most of the class looks up to scan the intruder, getting back to looking back down at the sheet shortly after.

The teacher dismisses me and I make my way towards my seat, which will not be mine in a hour, and ignore the feather haired boy sitting next to me. I start on the worksheet, filling in answers fairly quickly, and finishing in record time. Most of the class has also finished, students distracted by their phones. I take out mine and begin to search through Twitter, looking at the most recent trends. A groan comes from next to me -well almost- and I chuckle at his remark, looking at the raven haired boy.