{Cameron}
I awkwardly shifted around in my seat, refusing to give her eye contact, as she talked on, and on about him. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get the voice of guilt to be quiet. It just kept pounding in my head, over and over, until I complied to it’s way of thinking.
“Face it. You killed him. You’re a murderer, and that’s all you’ll ever be.”
I wanted to scream at it, tell it to get the hell out of here, but no one else was able to hear the voice that was lurking in my head, and tearing away at my conscience.
“Anyways, I made cookies for you.” She went into the kitchen, and pulled out a couple boxes, “Tyler informed me you were allergic to chocolate so I decided to make you sugar cookies instead of chocolate chip like I made the others.” She informed me, making my face tint a red color,
“I didn’t know he knew.” I muttered
“He tells me you’re not a very secretive or quiet person.” She smiled, handing me the box of sugar cookies, before handing Amiable five boxes of chocolate chip cookies,
“Yeah, he’s not wrong.” I shrugged, “Thanks.” I smiled sheepishly, making eye contact with her for the first time, which I instantly began to regret, as the voice had began to pound again, echoing in my head,
“You're a lowlife murderer. A failure. You should kill yourself to make it up to him. To both of them.”
“Cameron. Cameron!” Tyler called my name, snapping me back to reality. “Cameron, are you okay?”
I gazed into his bright green eyes, which somehow made me feel better, and smiled, “Yeah, I'm good.” He scanned my face, frowned, but didn't bother to say anything about what he observed. “I promise.”
“Well, you already broke that, but okay.” Tyler ran a hand through his wet hair with a sigh,
“I didn’t, but okay, whatever you say.” I rolled my eyes, and Tyler shrugged, showing that he couldn't care less about how I actually felt, reversing the previous effect he had given to me. Despite the fact that he clearly saw this, he didn't feel like apologizing to me.
“Alright, well we should head back now, right Cameron?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” I bit my lip,
“What about you Tyler?”
“Eh, I'll stay here with Preston.” Tyler shrugged, shoving a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter into his pocket,
“Alright, we'll just leave your cookies here then.”
“Eh, you guys can have mine if you want. I don’t want to waste them.”
“What? You don't want them?”
“Nah, I don't like sugar.”
“You're weird.”
“No, I just need a hell lot more dopamine than that.” Tyler walked out to the back porch, closing the door lightly behind him. Preston shook his head, and sighed,
“And he just took a shower…”
“Well make him take another one.” Ami suggested, heading towards the front door,
“Maybe. He might get annoyed with me if I do that. Bye guys.”
“Bye Preston.” I waved, following Ami out the door,
“Why aren’t you eating your cookiessss?” Ami asked, their speech slurred,
“I don’t want any.” I sighed, as I watched Rebecca, Rae, and Ami devour the cookies as fast as they could manage,
“Rebecca! You ate all the sugar cookies!” Rae whined,
“Yeah, and now I feel sick…”
“Well then stop eating them.” I suggested,
“But they're so good!” Rebecca groaned, shoving another cookie in her mouth, “Ow… OW!”
“Oh my god, Rebecca.” I got up, and pulled the box of cookies out of her hand, tossing it away, “No more coo- Ew…”
Rebecca rolled over, and threw up, before groaning in pain, tears dripping down from her eyes, “Cameron, it hurts really bad.”
“...There's nothing I can do about it.”
“A-And it's… it's starting to blur.”
“What's starting to blur?” I asked, biting my lip,
“E-Everythin- Shit, shit, shit. Holy shit!” She curled up into a ball, “I want… Ah! I want to scr-scream!”
“Rebecca…?” I stared at her, unsure of what to do,
“Oh my fucking god… Cameron, I feel like… I feel like I'm going to die!”
“No, no, no, no, don't say that! You aren't going to die!” I pulled her upwards, and she collapsed back into me, “Ami, we need to help her!”
“Huh? Help her? She seemsss perfectly fineee!” They giggled, swaying back and forth, as Rebecca dug her nails into my back, sobbing,
“Cameron! Please! Help me!”
“I-I don't know what to do! What the fuck do I do?! Ami, please, you've got to do something!”
“She's fineeee, Caaaam, quit freakin’!”
“Ami! What is wrong with you?!” I held Rebecca as she let out a petrifying scream,
“There's nothing wrong Cam!”
“God, I…” I pushed Rebecca off of me, “I'll go find-”
“No… Please stay… Cameron… I-I don't want to die alone.”
“If I find something fast enough, you w-”
“It's going to be too late… Everything's already slipping away from me… Stay here, Cam, please, I need you.” She lazily reached for me, managing to get a grasp on the hem of my shirt,
“I've got you.” I sobbed, complying with her wish, and pulling her into me,
“Th-Thank you.” She relaxed into tear-soaked shirt, “Take care of Ami for me please…”
“I-I will. I'll make sure nothing ha-” Rebecca screamed, cutting me off,
“Th-This is it… Goodbye Cameron…”
“No, no, no, no, no! Rebecca!” I laid her down on the bed, shaking her, my tears falling down on her cheeks, as her breathing slowed, “Rebecca, please! Don’t go! Please!”
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