unhappy endings.

Chapter 12.

Camille :

I am woken by a distant blaring sound. I find it a bit hard to open my eyes. After trying so , for what I think is, five minutes, I realise I fell asleep on the bathroom floor . Boy will my neck and back hurt all day.

Getting up I take a quick shower. I dress in a black tights and wear a maroon sweater paired with my black slip on vans. Eh. It'll do. After doing my hair - I just put it in a lazy bun- and went down for breakfast. Before I reach the bottom of the stairs I hear a car honking. Hmm. Must be Becky. I grab an apple and head out.

What I did not expect was that my neighbour was outside my house waiting for , me?

" uhm hey? May I help you?" I ask.

" hey. Yeah. I was wondering if you would show me where the lake is? After school of course?"

" Right. See the problem is that I have  to work after school so..." I said with a raised eyebrow.

" Oh well then I will take you? And to school of course. "

" Fine. But we have to pick up my friend. Is that okay with you?"

" Yeah sure. I see no problem in that. Shall we go?"

"Yeah. " I locked the house and got into his car.

And off we went.

We parked infront of Becky's house and he honked. A few minutes passed and she finally makes her arrival. Shock and confusion is written all across her face. Same Becky. Same.

"Uhm, hey? " she asks slowly.

"Hey. Uhh, my... neighbour here decided to give us a ride. " I replied with an awkward smile.

"The names Travis by the way." He softly added.

" Oh. Well , let's be off then?" She said with uncertainty.

The ride to school was very, well it was awkward to say the least. Becky was awfully quite. I bet she's trying to figure all this out.

"So..." she trailed off. Oh boy . Here we go.

"So...?" Replied Travis. Boy don't respond. I mentally scolded him.

" What make you wanna gives us a ride? I mean just the other day you said we weren't friends. I think it's just strange that you would, you know, give us a ride. I'm not saying we shouldn't be friends. I'm just really confused as to why you want to give us a ride. I'm asking alot right? But really, that's not even half the questions I want to ask." She rambled off. And trust me when i say, you best believe her. Becky is just one curious being that won't stop until she feels satisfied with the answers and whatnot.

"Oh , well I am being nice for once so rather a thank you would appease me. Also, your friend here has agreed to show me where the lake is. " he replied pointing at me.

" Right. Sounds good enough. Moving on. Cam? How did your mom take the whole jail thing? "

"Becky! Can we not talk about yesterday? The bruises on my knuckles are enough of a reminder." I said with a pleading look.

" Not that it is any of my business, but what happened yesterday?" Travis asked.

" None of your business. "
"Camille here went to jail." Both me and Becky said. Her statement made me want to strangle her. It was none of this guys business.

" Wait, you went to jail?!" He said quickly glancing at me.

Before I could answer we pulled up at school. I jumped out , ready to skip the question. But I guess Becky had other plans.

"Oh you'll love this story. Meet us at lunch and I'll tell you?"

"Uhhh sure. Sounds good. If your friend agrees. "

"Her friend has a name. And no. I don't agree. Back off buddy. " I said giving him a stern look. He ignored it of course . Hmph.

"Okay now I am interested. I shall meet you ladies in the cafeteria? Till then, have a nice day." And off he went.

"Seriously Becky? Why do you want to tell him?!" I ask rather loudly.

"Hey, you got me grounded for two damn weeks. Plus mom doesn't want me with you. So I guess I'm breaking another rule dipshit. And yes, I will tell him, he seems like he can handle it. Also, I'm hoping he would join forces with me so that I can make sure that you remember. " She said as we walked into the school.

"Look Becky, I'm sorry that I got you grounded okay? I'll make it up to you. Name any price and I'll pay. Got it? And I really don't want to remember yesterday. Can you please do me that one favour?" I asked with a tired voice.

"Wait, what happened yesterday? Cam?! Cam!" With that I close the classroom door. Sorry Beck, but you wouldn't want to know that.

From then, class went by slower than ever.

Eventually lunch rolls by and Becky seemed a bit off. I asked about it and she brushed it off. Guess she's still mad at me.

Before lunch can end I jump up and pull Becky with me to the empty hallways.

"Okay, I've had enough. What's the matter with you? You seem down." I ask as soon as we're alone.

"What's the matter with me? Me? Look Camille, I know you have problems and so do I. But you know what I don't understand is? I don't understand why you never tell me what's up with you . I always tell you my problems, no matter how small. I think it's unfair that I never get to be there for you. I don't know when you're hurting but I know you are. And I'm always afraid that one day you won't be there anymore and I'll never know why. So that's what's the matter with me." As she says that with tears down her eyes, I can't help but realise how much me keeping things inside doesn't only hurt me but the hurt Becky as well.

"I'm sorry Becky. I can't help that I find it hard to tell you that I want to die. I don't want you worrying about me all the time. I can't tell you that my mom hates me and sees me as my dad. I can't tell you that I'm dying inside. My hope of living is fading. I don't know how to explain my lack of motivation to keep moving forward. I don't know how to tell the one person I live for that all i want to do is die okay?" I have to choke out the words due to the sobs .

"But you know you can talk to me. Camille you're my best friend. You don't have to live for me. Gosh live for yourself. How your mom sees you shouldn't worry you. I know you're hurting.But we both know you're better than that. Just, be open with me. That's all I ask. Please " the pleading and look on her face hurts me. I immediately hug her and whisper soothing words and sorry' s to her..

"I have an idea. Why don't we find a way to get to your house then pack a few things then you come sleep by me. I'll text my mom. And we can have ice cream and cry and soppy movies yeah?" Becky says as soon as we break apart.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I ask. She just laughs.

"Let's hitch a ride with mystery guy." And we were off.