Chapter 3: "Remember"
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I wake up in my room, I try to sit up but my head hurts so damn, what happened yesterday? And why don't I remember almost or rather absolutely nothing? I only get flashes, like me going to the bar and then on the shoulder of, Cameron, can it be? Why would it be on his shoulder?
I look to the sides and the girls are not there, but apparently Cameron, my dearest Cameron is lying in Laura's bed, totally asleep and snoring. I get up and there is a note on the bathroom door
Sara! Well chances are good that when you wake up Cameron is going to be asleep, we know him. There are hangover pills on the cabinet next to a glass of water. When we come back you will have to explain EVERYTHING to us.
With love Laurita, Denisita and Abrilsita❤ with "ita" so it's more sweet
Okay, for God's sake, what about these? They want me to tell them everything, how it happened, when it happened, what happened and the truth is that I don't even know, maybe later I will remember it but for now my head is blank. I see that Cameron is moving a little while still asleep, so I grab the pill and the water, and I immediately go to the bathroom, the truth is that I don't feel like talking to him at this precise moment.
I finish bathing and changing, I do everything in the bathroom, I put on a black jean, a petrol green long-sleeved shirt and a navy sweater. When he comes out of the bathroom, Cameron is sitting on the bed looking at the floor, he seems lost in his own world but when he notices my presence he stops and walks slowly towards me, as if he was afraid or as if he felt sorry.
"Do you remember something?" he asks when he's close to me, with one of his hands on my shoulder.
When I am about to deny because I do not remember anything, another memory comes to me like a kind of flash, I hate that memories come to me in that way because it does not allow me to concentrate on what I am doing or saying.
Flash back
"Can we dance?" A cute little brunette with blue eyes asks me.
"Sure, yes, let's dance" I answer, dragging my words a bit, it's already having a hard time controlling my body 100% and well, we're going to have to let ourselves go.
He gets behind me and hides his head in my neck while we dance, I'm not really convinced about this, I don't like it. A more moved song begins and turns me around, as he does that he stamps his lips against mine. The worst thing is that I don't let go, I feel like I don't have the strength to do it.
End flash back
Did I kiss a boy? I wonder mentally.
You kissed a boy.
But… but, it can't be this, how could it be that I kissed a boy?
"That you what?" he practically screams, I think I said it out loud, damn it, why do I have to speak out loud when I should least?
"Umm ..." I can't make any excuses for you, you know. I admit I like honesty, but I don't know if it was necessary at this precise moment "Okay yeah, but you can't blame me either. That I remember you were done with me. And I don't remember anything, I couldn't even control myself with how drunk and bad I was".
"I was never done with you! Damn" he walks around while clutching her head with her hands and narrowly pulling her hair out. - I was never done with you, Sara!
"You didn't believe what I was saying!" I answer just as angry. "You didn't trust me".
"And apparently I can't do it! I can't trust you! You're a b***h" that comment definitely hurt, mostly coming from him, but I'm never going to show it to him.
"I was not aware of what I was doing, by God, you know what? I DON'T CARE" I spell it letter by letter.
"Well, better, I don't care about you anymore" he turns around and leaves, he said what?
That you no longer care.
I think I heard and understood it when he said it.
The person I trusted the most in the world left me alone, yes, I suppose he felt bad and hurt because if it had been him who kissed another girl I would have been the same, but not enough to say I don't care about you. I do not plan to tell all this to the girls because they will want to talk for hours, which I do not have the slightest desire to do, nobody knows what is happening and it is better that way.
I've never felt like this, never, not even when he left I felt like I do right now. Everyone will say that I have my family, my parents, siblings, friends, almost brothers, but Cameron was my "ground support", he was the one who helped me out, it can be said that he was the one who made me sick but also who helped me no longer be. I was always a somewhat depressed person, I usually see the bad side of everything, but this time specifically I think I am passing and what I am going to do is not going to be easy at all.
I lock myself in the bathroom, turn on the tap and let the bathtub fill up and finally get inside. I grab the blade and start to cut my arm.
It's not good what you are doing.
I know.
STOP!
Wait ... what did I just do? It's silly, oh my god, I can't really believe I can't. I can't do this, I shouldn't do this. I clean myself what I can, which is not much, this happened to me, it's like the physical pain helped me but this is wrong, this is very, very wrong. I had already left it last year I can't be like this again.
I go back to my long-sleeved shirt and sweater, I leave the room with a smile, as if nothing had happened. I need to find another way to deal with my pain because I know for sure that this is not going to get me anywhere. On the way I meet the new guy who made me fight with my boyfriend, or rather thanks to his ex-boyfriend.
"Yesterday I could not introduce myself, I am Damián Gutiérrez a pleasure" he says extending his hand as if to shock it.
"Not for me" I answer him to listen, while I ignore his hand and keep walking.
"I'm going to forget you said that" he stretches out his hand again and I do the same to greet him so that he doesn't continue to bother me, but just at that moment my sweater lifts up a bit. "What do you have on your arm?"
"Nothing, and even if I had it is none of your business" I remove my arm with a jerk and hide it behind me.
"Okay, it may be that we have not presented ourselves in the best way and that we do not even get along because we do not know each other but there are no reasons for you to do that" I fake a smile for him comment and I realize that she could be an actress.
"I'm perfect" I turn around and walk out of campus. I don't want to, I don't feel like talking to anyone.
POV Laura
We are at lunch with the boys except Sara because she stayed in the room according to Cameron. At one point we see one of the new guys approaching.
"That's the one that Sara kissed" I stared at him, Cameron of course. Sara would never do something like that to him, and if she had, she would have told us.
"Hi, I'm Damián, did you see Sara?" he asks kindly, in a soft voice as if he's afraid of our reaction.
"Do you like my girlfriend so much?" Cameron gets up from the table as he hits her with his fist.
"You two hadn't cut? Besides no, I don't like her, and in case you didn't believe her, she was right, I kissed her and not because I liked her, it was just a game, I didn't know she had a boyfriend".
Cameron was in shock as soon as this Damien finished speaking, he whispered a "s**t!" and he started to run, Damien leaves and a few minutes later Cameron returns agitated. Apparently Sara did kiss another boy, but as he said, she has nothing to do with it. Although I only had one doubt, did the new guy say that they had cut?
"Sara, Sara is not here!" she speaks half broken by being agitated but we understand her. "That Sara is not here!"
"We listen to you" we all say at the same time as we get up to go look for her, damn Sara.
Oh god, where did my sister go this time? Second day, it is the second day, it is the second day that something happens, it is the second day that it runs. Sometimes I don't understand, I swear I don't understand, didn't this girl learn anything from what happened last year? Do you plan to run every time something happens? Can't you see what makes us worry?
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