Battle Scars // Cameron Dallas

Eight

Cameron cleans up my cuts. This is a first time for me. No one - not even myself - have cleaned up my cuts.

He lightly presses a damp rag to my wrist. The tiny fabric run across the cuts causing me pain. He mumbles sorry through he's damp tears.

No ones ever cried for me. Not even myself.

At least I don't let myself cry. I won't be weak and give myself pity. Cameron gazes my wrists and helps me in to bed. "Do you want me to stay?" He asks me. It's quite. It's been quite this whole time and I might go mad. To answer Cameron's question I nod my head. "I'll stay till you fall asleep, ok?" He says I nod in agreement and he pushes the chair in the corner of the room. Placing it by my bed.

It's silent in the room, "What are you afraid of?" I try filling the silents.

"What are you afraid of?" He doges my question, asking the same one. The chair creek as of he leaned forward.

"Why did you say you cared?" I avoid his question.

"Because I do."

"But why?" His hands grab mine.

"I understand what you're going through. Not exactly, just how you deal with your Demons." His voice is a whisper.

"How?" I ask matching his tone. He let's go of my hand, grabbing the back of it and pulling it up to his wrist. My finger tips brush across old scars. He leaves my hand there roaming across the tattered skin. "How did you stop?" I asked. I don't know if he stopped, I couldn't feel any recent ones.

"I had a friend help me through it." I bring bring my hand back to my bed, clutching the sheets. "And that's what I want to do for you." His hands grab mine again. I started humming in my attempt to fill the air. What seems like hours pass by, and my humming becomes weak with slumber. Cameron begins to hum the same tune. My eyes shut tight, "What are you afraid of?" He asks me.

I swallow the lump in my throat. "The silents." I say. I wonder if he could have heard me.

"I think it's good. To be able to sit in my thoughts." He says.

"Yah but my thoughts aren't ever good."

"Well who knows how much longer those will linger." Those where the final words Cameron says that night. I fall asleep to Cameron's humming and his thumb running the back of my hand.

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I wake up to the sun pouring in through my windows, I look at the green chair Cameron was sitting in. A folded paper was sitting there.

'Went back to my apartment after you fell asleep. I'll be by your apartment to go bowling at 1 ;)
-Cam.'

I folded the note back up and slipping it in my nightstand. I checked the time reading '12:05' I jumped out of bed and ran to my dresser. Pulling out black shredded jeans and a green day t-shirt. Taking a quick shower and blow drying and straightening my hair. I heard a knock on the door but brushed it of. If it was Cameron he'd walk in. I finished brushing my teeth and look in the mirror I screamed and noticed it was Cameron in the mirror. "Don't do that!" I turn and slapped his chest. Before pulling my arm back he grabs my wrist lightly and pulls me in a hug.

"I'll do what I want." He says chuckling in my ear.

"Sure you do." I roll my eyes and turn back at the sink.

"Ready?" He asks me.

"Ten more minutes please." I beg him. He nods he's head and sits on the toilet seat. I pull out my make up bag looking for my eyeliner and massacre. Looking at the corner of my eye I notice Cameron's chin in the palm of his hand, looking at me in awe. "What are you looking at, crazy?" I say applying eyeliner.

"Just your beauty before you cover it up with junk." He smirks.

"Real smooth."

"Thank you I've been wait to use that on a real girl. Nash is good for me to practice on with that long hair of his." He says. I laugh and his comment of Nash's hair.

"It is long but it works for him." I say aloud.

"Does Alexis have the hots for Nash Grier?" Cameron jokes.

"Ha ha ha. No if anything he's like a little brother." I push my hand to Cameron's face.

"That's what Selena Gomez said before her and Justin went out."

"You are disgusting." I say with one last brush through my eyelashes.

"So if you don't have the hots for Nash. Then you must have them for me?" He arches is eyebrow and puts his hand back in he's palm. I roll my eyes and went to get my socks and shoes on. Cameron follows me, "well do you?" When he asks this time is more eager then joking.

To be honest I never really saw Cameron in a romantic way. Just like a best friend or something, but I don't know "I do not have the hots for Cameron Dallas." I say laughing and tying my Vanz.

"Darn thought you where my first fangirl." He says snapping his fingers and jumping on my bed.

"You have plenty of fangirls." I mumble under my breath.

"What?"

"Nothing," I cover up. "Let's go slow poke." I pull him off my bed and we leave the apartment and meeting the boys in the garage.

"Looks like someone cleans up good." Nash says. I roll my eyes at his comment and climb into my usually spot in Cameron's car.