Through The Dark // Cameron Dallas

Help

I lay on the couch holding a pillow and just crying. I scream and break down. My body is shaking from all the crying and the pillow I have is wet from all the tears. My grandma wasn't dead. She couldn't be.

My grandma was stronger than that she could survive. Year after year rolls down my cheek falling on the pillow and my phone.

I grab my phone still shaking and dial Cams number. I dial over and over again but he doesn't answer. I cry even more realizing that he can't be with me right now.

I search through my contacts until I find the only person I could think of calling. I call and wait. He finally answers on the third ring.

"Jozannah?"

"Taylor," I say sobbing

"Jozannah what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asks

I can barely talk.

"Can you please come over?"

"Text me the address and I'll get there as soon as I can."

He hangs up and I text him the address. My eyes have stopped shedding tears but my head is throbbing. My grandmas face just keeps flashing through my mind over and over and over again.

I remember all those times when she would help me with my homework. She would help me with boy stuff and other things. She was like my best friend. I remember all the trips we would take to come visit her. All the times she would cook her famous chocolate chip cookies for my sisters and me.

She was the only person that understood me and helped me through all my problems, and now she was gone.

I feel tears on my cheeks again and wipe them off. I hear a knock on the door and after a while the door opens.