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Cammi's Final Project

I Just Can't Wait Anymore

Cammi's POV


How would I stop him? He wanted me out of his life that he was going to end. I couldn't help but think this was all my fault.

E had told me it was why Corey killed himself, maybe that's why Andy was going to.

I was contagious and I needed to stay away from everyone.

No. It couldn't have. Wait... It did? I was so confused.

There was one thing I hadn't looked for guidance in.

My camera.

Skipping to Corey's footage, I pressed play and sit back, watching intently.

"Now Cam, I know this is a movie, but do you really wanna kill yourself?" His voice cracked.


My eyes burn with my sorrow, but I hold everything in like usual.


"This shit doesn't have to be bad, it doesn't, you can make it good." He smiled taking another sip out of the bottle.


His voice makes me too anxious and I grab one of my guns off of the table, lightly tapping it on my head.


"You have no idea Cam, no idea," Tears stained his cheeks.


Throwing the pistol on the floor, I bring my knees to my chest and rock myself. I still listen, but I don't look at the monitor.


"I remember the first time waking up in the clinic. There was a whole bunch of other kids around just like me and I said, 'Wow, I have another shot at life.'"


I paused it, kicking the camera off of the night stand.

Something keeps telling me that I need to play it again, so I do.


"I jus- I just feel like nobody loves me!" He slurs, biting his lip so he won't cry.

He throws the bottle on the ground, glass shattering everywhere
.


I stopped it again, letting my feelings out loudly.



The gun layed alone on the floor.

On the floor.

Because I put it there.

Maybe I didn't need it.

I didn't need it.


Making sure to lock my door, I drove out to the bridges where the river ran underneath it.

Did I need the gun anymore?

No. Cammi You don't.

But you promised Andy.

That was when you were a suicidal freak.

I pressed my lips to the side of the pistol and chucked it off of the bridge.

My cellphone beeped signalling a missed call from...

Andy.

Voicemail:

"Camille where are you? You always answer." He sighed, whining slightly.
"I just can't wait anymore."

Notes

Comments

I personally would LOVE a sequel. Loved this story!!

BVBBatman BVBBatman
11/15/14

i love this story.

@Rhian.biersack

Sequel is up!!! 'I Can't Do This Alone'

shhhhimasecret shhhhimasecret
10/26/14

Oh my gosh so I cute. Pwease do a sequel.
*puppy dog eyes*

Rhian.biersack Rhian.biersack
10/26/14

Sequel! <3 love this story too much for it end just yet!