"Don't you see what's happening? Can't you feel it?"
"Camila, you sound like a crazy man. Are you sure you're okay?"
"NO, I AM NOT OKAY. I HAVE RELIVED THIS DAY ONE TOO MANY TIMES!" I cried.
"We're gonna get you some help."
I cried louder. They didn't understand. They wouldn't understand. Everyday I wake up and it's Friday, to them it's just the day after Thursday. I walked away slowly realizing that I was the only help I was going to get.
(This is A Fifth Harmony fanfic, mostly in Camila's point of view. It's not gonna be too long. The story will probably last until October 31st, 2015.)