Suggested Song: Liability- Lorde
the sound of silence echoes throughout my ears as my body stirs in the bed im currently in. my eyes slowly open to the lavender walls of the room i moved in a couple days ago. the room is completely dark, besides a light in the hallway. my body feels clammy under the sheets. im wearing long grey sweats and an oversized long-sleeved shirt. my entire body aches as i attempt to move around on the bed.
i blink hard before remembering the past nights events, and shiver at the thought of the cold water. my leg is the one body part that aches the most. i think it's saturday, but my mind is cloudy.
i can't remember anything last night after climbing the walls of the well. somehow, i ended up back into bed with no questions asked. i reach for my phone, which reveals it is in fact saturday. it's 6:30 am. i attempt to move out of my bed, but my leg says other wise. using my strongest arm, i pull up one leg of my sweats, which reveals large gauze wrapped around my thigh.
whoever pulled the pencil out of my leg did a good job. i pull myself up, feeling the soreness of my body. i stumble down the hallway to the bathroom by holding onto the walls. the house is quiet, so i try to take slow steps. scott's door is closed. inside the bathroom i stare at my face in the mirror. hair sticks to my forehead, and my face shows a pale pink shade.
i bend down and splash water onto my face. it cools down my body temperature, and i finally don't feel like im overheating. a knock sounds on the door, and i jump at the sound at first. i dry my face, and slowly open the door. not surprisingly, scott mccall is standing, fully clothed with his lips in a straight line.
"how are you?" he asks.
"what happened? who pulled the pencil out of my leg? is liam okay? where's my mom?" the questions come out in a matter of seconds.
"we took you to the hospital where my mom took the pencil out of your leg. liam is fine, and your mom is downstairs," he stops and looks down the hallway and whispers, "my mom told her that you fell at school and a pencil went into your leg. as for the being missing all day, i said that you joined a club that goes on for awhile."
i listen as scott feeds me the information that i have been missing. i nod when he's finished, and he waits for me to say something. when i don't, he continues:
"i have to go take the PSAT's so please stay here while im gone. i don't know when I'll be back, but cam stay here."
he walks away, and i can hear him as he greets my mom in the kitchen. i brush my teeth while i think about liam and how he must be feeling. as always, stiles' speech echoes in my brain. then, i force the knots in my hair out with a brush.
"CAMERON?" my mom yells.
"UPSTAIRS!" i scream back.
she comes up with a smile. i attempt to smile back as i continue to tear out my hair by brushing it. "let me help," she insists. i hand her the brush and she starts to gently work it through the knots.
"how are you?" she asks with her eyes concentrated on my hair.
"im okay, my leg hurts a bit."
"melissa tells me that you've been getting involved at school," she says suspiciously.
"yes, i've met a few friends. brooke, liam, and mason."
"well, i think that it should continue." her hands are off my hair so i turn.
"why?"
"cameron, i have to leave."
"what?"
my mind explodes. why does she need to leave? what happened? i am now facing towards her completely.
"shower, get dressed, and we'll talk more about it." she keeps are mouth in a straight line at the last part as if there's something to talk about.
"you're leaving me? you shouldn't start making that a habit." the words come out fast, and i instantly regret saying them. her eyes are stone hard, and she looks like she's about to rip my head off.
"we will talk about this later. get in the shower." she calmly walks out of the bathroom, leaving me and my thoughts.
the shower water feels warm against my skin. it's the kind of water that is about to be ice cold but it's holding onto the warmth. i run my fingers through my hair and wash my body silently as my mind wonders in and out of reality. my pencil leg aches as i stand in the shower. the white wrap seems to be water proof because it stays somewhat dry under the water.
the air is cold when i step out of the bathroom, so i attempt to limp quickly back to my room. i haven't exactly had the time to completely unpack, so boxes are scattered around, just like i left it 24 hours ago. i go through the open suitcase on the ground and pull out a pair of ripped jeans. then, i immediately put them back after looking at my leg.
in the corner of the suitcase, i spot grey sweats that cuff at the bottom. i pull on underwear, then the sweats. i force myself to put on a bra, then i pull on a blink-182 concert t-shirt. over top, an oversized jean jacket with rips on the arms. i roll up the sleeves, and stop when i get to the point on my wrists that have bruises on them. i yank socks on my toes and lace up my high top vans.
in the bathroom, i attempt to blow dry my hair. my body aches, so i give up. i fill in my eyebrows and try to conceal my under eye circles. when im done, i look somewhat alive. i take a deep breath as i hobble down the stairs. my mom is sitting on the couch, waiting for me.
"cameron, sit down." i limp towards her on the couch, and sit down uncomfortably. her lips are in a thin line, so i copy her and keep my face straight.
"there are things happening right now, that you just don't (and won't) understand. there's work that i just can't pass up right now. i know this doesn't make sense but it shouldn't. scott and melissa can protect you."
does she know about what's going on in beacon hills?
"what do you mean 'there's work you can't pass up.' why now?"
"like i said, there's things i just can't-"
"i don't want to hear it. you're leaving me like you left dad."
she looks mad that i bring up dad again.
"you don't speak to me that way. this has nothing to do with your father. your young and naive. i can't explain to you what i have to do. i have to leave as soon as possible. today, right now."
how can i possibly be losing my mother and my father?
"right now? have you even talked to melissa?"
"yes, she's fine with it. im sorry cameron." her eyes are filled with hurt, but they are also filled with anger. she's angry with me.
"are you packed?" i whisper.
"yes."
"let me come with you. at least tell me where your going."
"cameron, you are young. i simply have to go."
"mother," i whisper. she comes to me, and wraps her arms around me uncomfortably. slow tears fall down my cheeks, and i wipe them away fast.
"cameron, i have to go. i will see you soon." she says as her arms unwrap themselves from my body. she goes into her room, and comes out with her suitcase. i wipe away the tears as they continue to come. my mother caresses her hand on my chin and whispers, "No Keia La, No Keia Po, A Mau Loa."
it's a hawaiian saying, meaning "from this day, from this night, forever more." it makes me smile sadly and continue to have tears fall. she releases herself from me and walks toward the door. i watch her open and close the door. i am now standing, balancing on one leg. i try to limp towards the stairs but i trip. i wince as i fall to the floor. finally, sobs begin to come from my mouth. i cry silently as i lay on the hard floor of a strangers house.
i hear my phone ringing upstairs, and i quickly try to get my ass off of the floor. i limp upstairs as fast as possible, and reach my phone before the end of the ring tone. the caller ID reads: liam dunbar. i pick it up.
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this chapter was lowkey irrelevant, but it will make sense later LMAO