Cammi's POV


Andy was standing outside by the firetrucks and police cars smoking a cigarette. My face froze in place, trying to absorb all of the commotion.

His icy orbs were bloodshot as he tried to wipe the tears falling from them with shaky hands. I couldn't believe it. I bet no one could.

Slowly approaching him, I opened my mouth to speak-

"THIS IS ALL YOUR GODDAMN FAULT!" A voice wailed from behind me.

E stood up straight, which was strange for him, and clenched his teeth. He sounded stressed, but he would only show anger.

He took the collar of my sweatshirt in his fist pulling me up on my tiptoes.

I saw Andy look over at us from the corner of my eye, but he didn't do anything. I didn't know why I expected him to in the first place.

E's eyes spilled his emotions down his cheeks.
"You had to get him caught in your shit." He whispered.

He raised his hand and it met the side of my face, but I didn't react no matter how much I wanted to.

E blankly walked away and The School's therapist came over to us.

"How have you been feeling? I know Corey was your friend."

I held the air in my lungs because anything released would release as tears at this point.

Now the only person I wanted comfort from was Andy, but the only thing that was left by the vehicles was a crushed cigarette.

"No Andy, no." I whisper to myself, running into the student parking lot.

With every step I took, words, almost like quotes floated boldly in my mind.

What you did was really brave.

You're kinda awkward-cute.

He writes about life, nothing better than that.

Why do you want to kill yourself?

A call of death, is a call of love.

You never really get over something like that.



He was already in his car, starting the engine.

I knock on the window and he backs it up quickly.

"Andy, stop!" I jump in front of the car before he could drive off. Seeing him sigh and cross his arms, I open the door and hop in.

He stares at me with an apologizing look, then put the keys in ignition.

The car starts and he floors it, sending my head back.

"This is so fucked up," I started off and he leaned towards the steering wheel. "I can't belive he would do that."

"EVERYONE IS FUCKED UP!" He hissed.

"Slow down."

"SHUT UP!" He sped up faster, sniffling louder.
"Open the glove box." His voice was softer yet scratchy.

"Andy I don-"

"OPEN THE FUCKING GLOVE BOX!"

I obeyed him and opened it. There was CDs everywhere and his little black box that I never wanted to see again.

"There's a note in it." He smiled sadly.

Taking the piece of paper out of it, I unfolded the note.

It was written in neat cursive hand writing and-

"Read it to me." He held on tighter to the wheel.

I reluctantly took a deep breath.

"This family is suffocating me and I can't breathe."

I didn't want to read anymore, this was too much.

"READ IT!" He sobbed, pounding on the steering wheel.

"I feel dirty and disgusting. Don't forgive me, forgive yourself. Love, Katelyn." I gasped, tossing the note back into the glove box.

"Who's Katelyn?"

"My sister! Yeah, she wrote my parents notes too, but they burned theirs!" He was slowing down, giving me a surge of relief.

I thought his Mom was so nice... and his Dad... I had never even met...

"She did it in my Mom's car on my Dad's birthday!" He tried to smile again, but more tears fell out.

"YOU GUYS THINK I DON'T KNOW BUT I FUCKING KNOW!" His voice cracked in every word as he shouted into the camera I had on my lap.

"Slow down, Andy." I calmly whispered, noticing we were out in the part of town where the farms and forests were.

"Get ready for climax of your life." He grinned sickly, slamming on the gas again.

"NO, STOP!"

He started crying again, but sped up faster. I had to convince him somehow.

"Do you wanna be like all of the other selfish fucks out there, Andy?"

He weeped even harder, turning us toward a dead end.

"THEN DO IT!" I slammed a fist on the dashboard. "DO IT NOW!"

The tires squealed as we hit a guard rail, both of us falling forward.

He sat up right after me, pushing his hair back.

"Corey?" He was tearing up again. "That was supposed to be us!"

I looked down, not wanting to talk about it.

"You promised." His blue eyes, were filled with betrayal.

"I will, Andy. I just think we need to take a breath."

"I DON'T WANNA BREATHE," He replied immediately. "I WANNA DIE!"

I looked up at the ceiling, trying to process everything.

"IF YOU DON'T WANNA DIE WITH ME, THEN GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!"

Well, that hurt.

I opened the door and quietly shut it, the car driving off that second.

Notes

I know some of you guys are confused about the story and I'm sorry I haven't described it the best, but you can ask in the comments or message me c: Thank you all :D