Little Things

Chapter Six

"Hey." Lauren's voice made Camila jump.

Flinching, Camila turns to look at Lauren with dull yet sad eyes. "Hey," she mumbles before looking back up at the stars.

Lauren moved over to beside Camila and sat down. "You okay?"

"I've given up on God." The older girl responds randomly.

"You've given up on god?" Lauren repeated. This was the most She and Camila had spoken in weeks.

Nodding her head, Camila looks toward Lauren. "Marley had a miscarriage." She says brokenly.

"A miscarriage? When?" Lauren frowned, furrowing her brows.

"Two weeks ago, before we came." Camila responds softly, tears filling her eyes.

"Which explains why Marley didn't eat her dinner." Lauren looked down at her hands.

Nodding her head, the older girl looks down, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. "She blames herself but it wasn't her fault, she tripped over one of her dancers' feet."

"She has my clumsiness." Lauren said quietly.

"No, he did the wrong move, I've watched them practice and he wasn't paying attention." Camila breathes out, trying not to break down, she needed to be strong for Marley.

"I'm sorry..." Lauren said. "... for your loss."

Closing her eyes, Camila takes a deep breath. "I just need to be alone."

"Okay." Lauren got up and went back into the house.

The later it got, the longer Camila sat outside, it was growing colder and colder.

Lauren brought Camila a blanket, a hot water bottle and a winter jacket.

Looking up, the older girl takes a deep breath. "I'm fine."

"You'll freeze to death if you don't take them... and then where would Marley be?" Lauren said, pushing the items into Camila's hands.

Getting up, Camila grabs the blanket and puts it on before taking the water. "I'm going to go." She mumbles before making her way toward the house.

"Go?" Lauren turned. "Go where?"

Camila doesn't respond, making her way into the house.

Lauren sighed heavily.

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Camila was curled up on the bed, her eyes closed as she continuously shivered.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She had gotten sick from sitting outside all night, and wasn't getting any better.

She sniffed and wiped her eyes.

"Hey, I brought soup." Lucy says softly, standing in the doorway.

Camila just glanced at her before staring back at the wall.

"Please eat it?" Lucy begged, moving into the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not hungry." The younger girl responds weakly.

"You have to eat something or you won't get better." Lucy responded.

Shaking her head, Camila closes her eyes.

"Fine, starve yourself to death then see where your kids get to without you." Lucy snapped before walking away.

Camila just curls up on the bed and closes her eyes.

It wasn't long before Camila was asleep.

By the time she woke up, Marley was sitting beside her, running her fingers through her hair and looking down at her.