The Breaking Point (Complete)-Shawmila

Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao

Camila Cabello sat alone in her darkened apartment as the world outside continued to turn without her.

How long had she been sat here?

For how long had she been missing from life?

More importantly, why hadn't anyone missed her yet?

The cream sofa beneath her was soft and warm and yet Camila just couldn't get comfortable as once again she stood up and paced across the cool wooden floorboards towards the small living room window.

Slowly, and with trembling fingers she separated the white blinds and glanced out into the world, which at 4am was still sleeping.

Realising her mistake, Camila snapped the blinds shut and once again turned her back on the outside world. This tiny apartment was her world now.

'My world or my prison?' she thought bitterly as a familiar question once again filled her mind... How the hell had she ended up here anyways? How? When just over one year ago her future had burned so bright

The thought rang so loud in her ears that she could have sworn that she'd spoken it.

One year ago Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao had everything any teenage girl could have wanted - why couldn't that have been enough? Why had she longed for what she didn't have? Why had she been foolish enough to throw away everything she did have to come chasing a dream?

Crossing the lightless room she returned to the sofa that up until 2 minutes ago had been making the simple task of sitting so difficult and as she sat back she tucked her knees up under her chin, sighing heavily as her tired mind tried to retrace her steps over the last year.

Before moving to L.A Camila had been a whirlwind of colour...a whirlwind of energy, she was liked by everyone and had a solid group of friends...

And then there'd been Shawn...

His brown eyes pushed their way into her thoughts and just as quickly she fought to push them out.

It was 4 am on a Sunday morning and Camila couldn't remember the last time she had slept...or woken!

She was past exhausted, her spirit beyond broken, but even now as she sat alone in the apartment that also served as her self imposed prison she could not allow herself to think of 'him', she could not allow herself to grieve for something she had killed.

Brushing her soft brown hair from her eyes a thought suddenly hit her

'If I don't do something about this- where am I going to end up? I've already given up on my music, I'm failing in school... for all I know I could end up dead in here and no one would even notice I had died!'

' ... Great, way to be dramatic Mila!' She silently berated herself, but the feeling that had accompanied her first thought sat heavy in her stomach.

Dramatic? Yes, as was her way, the truth? But after mulling it over in her mind she really couldn't be sure that it wasn't and that thought alone was enough to compel her to act.

With more energy than she realised she had she released her knees and pushed herself from the sofa. Walking the short distance to her kitchen she switched on the light and opened a drawer in her side unit and after retrieving a pen and a few sheets of paper she made her way to the small pine kitchen table.

Camilas hand gripped the pen tightly and hovered slightly above the sheet of pale pink writing paper as a memory crept into her brain reminding her of the time she'd received the writing set as a gift. It had been from her closest friends- presented to her just before she had walked out of their lives forever.

The gift had been their way of saying 'don't be a stranger' and when she'd promised them with all her heart that she wouldn't be she had meant it. Life unfortunately had different plans for her.

Taking another deep breath the pen finally made contact with the paper.

'Dear Shawn...' Her normally beautiful flowing handwriting looked sloppy at this hour and Camila felt the familiar sting of tears as she looked down at his name. She closed her eyes tight.

"Shawn..." She whispered into the empty vacuum of night, desperation and emptiness coating the word.

Mustering all the courage she had left, she continued....

'This is the hardest letter that I've ever had to write...'

"God!" She exclaimed whilst pushing the paper from her as though it were on fire.

Was she so tired that she was losing her mind?!

Memories flooded her exhausted brain forcing the tears that had been stinging her eyes to cascade down her cheeks like tiny rivers of fire.

One year ago... sat at this very table... She looked down at her grey sweat pants and pale blue t-shirt... had she been wearing this very outfit?!

Burying her head in her hands the petite brunette muffled a sob.

'How could I ever have thought writing him a letter would be a good idea? How could I ever have thought things would be okay without him?'

She knew she wasn't just talking about tonight. One year ago Camila had written a letter... and with it she had set into motion a series of events that had accumulated in her finally reaching breaking point tonight.

Some how she had to get her thoughts into order. She had to make sense of this in her own mind before she could construct a plan of action. She knew she needed help but she also knew the only person who could help her hated her guts!

Camila crumpled up the paper with disgust and tossed it towards her kitchen bin- it missed... story of her life! Taking the next sheet she lowered her pen until the two connected

'My name is Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao...' She wrote it slowly unsure of what would follow

'And this is my story'

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*This is only my second story and it's different to Say It Again and I just want to make sure it's not all going wrong 😬