Our Scars (A Cameron Dallas Fanfic)

Drinking Is My Escape (Chapter Ten)

Micah's POV

I fucking hate him. He is such a douche and I don't even know why I have feelings for him. I thought he was different. I looked out my bedroom window and still saw his car. Ugh, why won't he just leave? I practically ran down the stairs and outside to his car. His face lit up when her saw me, "Oh hey." He sniffled. "Go home, now." I spat. "But..." He trailed off. "Leave!" I snapped. "Micah...." He said. "Just go!" I screamed. "You wanna know why?" He asked. "Yes." I whispered. "You're too good for me. I don't deserve you, you're worth way more. I'd rather you have something equally as amazing as you, even though it would kill me." He stated. I was speechless. If anything he's better than me. "That's not true, you're amazing." I replied. "But what you don't realize is I'm nothing and you're everything." He said with tears in his eyes. Tears started pouring from his eyes as if they were waterfalls. God, what have I done to him? I'm such a bitch, just like everyone says. "I'm sorry." I said. "Don't be. Its true. I should be the one saying sorry. I gotta go." He wepped. Then drove off, leaving me standing there all alone.

Cameron's POV

I started driving to the nearest gas station. I pulled into one of the parking spaces and went in. I went to the back of the store and picked up two bottles of whisky and a bottle of vodka. I went the cashier. I put the items on the counter and asked for a pack of cigarettes. "Party?" He questioned. "No." I stated. He gave me a confused look and bagged my things. "$60.48 is your total," -whisky is very pricy but what the hell?- "May I see your ID?" He asked. I pulled out my fake ID, given that I'm only 18 and the cash. He ran his eyes over the card and handed it back. It worked. "Keep the change." I said knowing that there was only change. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door to my car. I got in and immediately started driving. I packed the cigarettes on my hand and pulled one out. I reached for the lighter in my console and lit it up. I took a few puffs and flicked the ashes. Again and again I repeated the process until I was done with three cigarettes. I found myself already at my house. I got out of my car with the bag and walked into my house. I ran up the stairs and into my room slamming the door shut; even though I was the only one there. I turned on the tv and turned to a music channel. I popped the top off the vodka; drinking it first since it's not even strong to me anymore. I chugged down half of it and took a breath, then began chugging it down again. I grabbed one of the whiskeys and started drinking it. Not chugging it because it's ten times stronger. I put it down and whipped my mouth, then began drinking it again. My head was pounding by now. I put it down once again and went to my bathroom. I pulled one of the drawers open and saw a few razors. I grabbed one and headed back to my room I slammed the door shut. I stared at the sharp tool in my hand. I took a few more sips of whisky. I placed the razor at my wrist and cut deeply making blood rush out of my wrist. Slit. Slit. Slit. Until there was forty cuts down my arm. I put the razor down and began drinking the whisky again. I could careless about cleaning it right now. The only person that cared about me now hates me. I don't really care about anything now, to be completely honest. I realized there was no more left. I threw the empty bottle at the wall. My head felt like it was about to explode. Everything was blurry and the tv's sound was slurring. I heard my phone ring. It was a text from Micah. What I could make out of the words is "I'm sorry. Come back?" I threw my phone down and tried opening the last bottle of liquor. My phone started buzzing. It was her. I don't want to hurt her anymore, so I didn't answer yet again. I was dizzy and felt like I was going to die. I had a lot of trouble opening the bottle, because of the blur of my vision and it was really hard for me to concentrate on one thing. I finally managed to get the bottle open. I began trying to chug it down; somehow my throat toke it. Although afterwards, everything got worse. I actually thought I was dying. I could barely make out anything. I tried calling somebody but I lost control of everything. I could do absolutely nothing. Then the waterworks came. I was helpless. I crawled to the bathroom and threw up on the floor. I tried my best not to pass out. My eyes began closing and I tried keeping them open, but I couldn't. Within seconds I passed out.

Micah's POV

Cameron wouldn't answer any of my calls or texts and it worried me. I can't take it anymore; I have to make sure he's okay. I went down stairs to the kitchen, where the car keys were. We have two cars. A SUV thing and a two door Ford Focus. I grabbed the focus's keys quietly and tip toed out the back door. I silently closed the door and ran to the front yard to the car. I got in, cranked it up, and sped to Cameron's house. I was there in literally minutes. I ran to his front door and started banging on it. No answer. I tried again. Still no answer. I tried opening it, and it opened. I immediately heard Cameron's music blaring. I went upstairs and saw Cameron's door shut. I opened the door and saw the unthinkable. I saw three empty bottles of liquor on his bed and a bloody razor. Tears ran down my face. I looked into the bathroom connected to his room and saw him collapsed on the ground. I ran over to him. His eyes were shut and he wasn't moving. "CAMERON!" I screamed shaking him. No response. I reached for my phone in my back pocket and dialed 911. They answered immediately. "My boyfriend is on the floor and he won't answer to anything! Please help me!" I sobbed. "Is he breathing?" The woman asked. "Yes, but it's like he can't get enough air! Please help!!" I screamed into the phone. "What's the address?" She asked. I have her the address. "We're on our way." She said and hung up. Tears poured out of my eyes uncontrollably. I began trying to wake him up again. Still no response. The ambulance arrived in minutes and rushed up the stairs to us. They picked him up on a stretcher. A woman approached me, "Would you like to ride in the ambulance with him?" "Yes, yes of course." I chocked out. We all went down the stairs and boarded the truck. We sped down the highway to the hospital. We all ran inside and the doctors toke him. I tried running back there but the nurses held me back. "Let me be with him!" I screamed. "You can't." One of them said. I managed to get through and ran back there and saw his limp body getting stuck with IV'S. I sobbed even more. The nurses started pulling me back. "NO!" I yelled. They continued pulling me back. I pulled back and got one of my arms free and then the other. I ran to the side of the bed. I kissed his pale lips and whispered "I love you so damn much, please be okay." Then security guards grabbed me and pulled me back to the waiting room. The two hours I had to wait were absolute hell. It seemed like I was waiting for forever. My parents noticed I was gone, and called me. I told the the story and they came to the hospital. I thought they'd come drag me out of there but they actually supported me and let me stay. Of course they came up there, but soon left when I said they could. The nurse called me back to see him. He was sleeping peacefully. "He overdosed on alcohol," the doctor said, he continued on but I didn't listen. All of my attention was focused on Cameron. The doctor walked off. Tears engulfed my eyes when I saw his wrist bandaged up. A few minutes later he began opening his eyes. Some tears escaped my eyes. "Hey." he whispered. "Hi." I replied smiling. "I'm guessing your the one of brought me here." He said looking down at his lap. "Yeah." We sat in silence for a minute. "Why?" I asked. "Well why not, right? I don't have anybody so why the fuck not?" He answered. "That's bullshit. You know I care about you." I replied. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve to see any of that." He said. "Well I was worried about you." I stated. "I love you." He said now staring into my eyes.

A/N:

Hey guys I cried so much writing this chapter. Omfg it was so said I was bawling the whole time 😭😭😭 But then it got better ☺️ vote for this chapter if you liked it and comment how you liked it too 😄 btw follow me on Twitter @camsamiracle 😚 bye ily guys 💗💗💗