Cammi's POV

I needed to talk to Andy, but he wouldn't answer my messages on Facebook, so I decided to go to his house. (it's not creepy)

I walked up to the gate and rang the buzzer, a person requesting my name and who I was visiting. At first I panicked because I wasn't sure if Andy would let me in, but oh fucking well.

They actually let me into the gate and a metal detector, checking through my cameras and making sure it was okay with Andy if I could bring them in. I didn't know what all the fuss was, this was so confusing.

A man in a white (not black) tux escorted me into the house, which was all white. Literally all of it, except for the people's clothes, they were really casual, t-shirts and jeans.

"Hi, I'm Andy's mom, you can call me Amy." She was so nice, why couldn't my mom be like that?!
"Andy! You have a guest!"

He stood at the top of the stairs, staring at me again with those blue eyes that drive me insane and I smile at him.

Finally, he started to walk down at a torturous pace and when he got to me, he lead me to the living room.

We sat on the uncomfortable couch with a Mötley Crüe album playing in the background.

No one talked. We just sat and listened.

"So this is what you listen to at home?"

"Pretty much."

"Andy, this shouldn't be awkward."

He didn't answer and he didn't make eye contact. He just stared off into space, but I could tell he was listening.

"I dont wanna judge you, I know what it's like to be judged."

"Misjudged." He stated.

"Look at me."

His eyes connected with mine and everything was better.

"Can I trust you?"He asked, setting his hand on my knee.

"Yes."

"No matter what?"

"Yes." I confirmed.

I turned my camera on and he got up, checking to see if his parents were around to see us go upstairs.

I followed him quietly to his room, him holding my hand.

He open the door and turned on the light and I squinted holding my hands in front of my eyes.

His walls were a neon yellow and his light was a black light so his room was literally glowing.

"You get used to it."

I stepped inside, my eyes finally adjusting.
He lead me to the bed and I sat down chewing on my lip, what was he doing?

I set up my cameras in all angles to make sure I couldn't miss anything.

He walked over to a drawer in his dresser and pulled out a little black box and a towel.

I already knew what this was for but I couldn't speak up yet, I was horrified.

He brought it back to the bed and knelt down beside it, laying the towel on the edge and setting down the black box.

I opened my mouth to stop him, but nothing came out, and he wouldn't know if I was trying to talk, he was so focused.

He opened up the box and I saw the variety of blades and a piece of paper, but he took the piece of paper and opened it up, exposing a special blade that was different from all the others.

Taking that special piece of metal between his fingers, he put it between his teeth and looked at me. I gulped nervously.

"You scared?" He asked.

I nodded slowly.

"You should be." He said in a dangerous tone.

Pulling up his sleeve, he then took the blade from his mouth and slowly pressed the corner into his skin.

It only drew a small amount of blood, but blood is blood, and I grabbed his hand.

He lossened his grip on the blade and it dropped into my hand.

"No matter what?" I could hear the hurt in his voice.

"Andy... this is different..."

"This is pathetic." He backed away and I fell to the floor, my back hitting the bed.

"What do you want from me?"

He was silent for the longest time and I was getting desperate to hear his voice.

"Hmm?" I tried again.

He was silent for a little bit.
"I want what you want..." He paused.
"To end it all."

"When?"

"Soon."

"Where?"

"On camera... with you..." He answered.

I didn't know what to think.

A couple days ago he was fine... maybe he wasn't...

I nodded and he kissed my hand.

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