What is up ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first chapter of my second Camp Camp fic. This will fit into a cohesive timeline with the other one btw, even though it's obvious I'll add it to the timeline section of my profile.

Disclaimer: I don't own camp camp :'(

Max's POV~~

Ugh, I can't sleep, fucking insomnia, fucking parents, fucking abuse. I'm sixteen-years-old for fuck sake. I shouldn't have insomnia...

I stared out over the murky water below me. It'd been three months since my chat with David. (A/N Some nights.) David had somehow managed to convince himself that I was okay now, even though he knows I'm not. It's a horribly vicious cycle. I think they care, they don't, they move on and I stay in the same place as always, waiting for death.

I want to die, yet I'm afraid. What's with that? I couldn't follow through three months ago, I sure as hell couldn't follow through now. The night I had tried, was the day of my sixteenth. I was sixteen and done with the world. There was nothing left for me.

He stood up, I walk towards the very edge of the pier, I came into the world kicking and screaming, I can go out that way too. I kept walking, past the edge my feet finding no other step to take deposit me into the water. I swim out slightly away from the small dock.

I sigh one last time.

"Welp, this is it."

I dive down into the water, I hit my head against the lakes rocky bottom…

David's POV~~

I just can't sleep, no matter what I do. I'm thinking about Max again. I can't believe he'd tried to kill himself a few months ago, sure he'd always been a bitter cynic but I didn't think it was a vain that went that deep. I thought it was just an act.

I stepped outside the cabin and took in a breath of fresh air. The moon in shining brightly. Illuminating everything. Including the person walking down the pier.

Wait what? Who's that? The dock doesn't have an edge! Oh no, no, no, no, no.

The person deliberately stepped off the edge. No way am I going to let this happen. I run towards the dock, I run down it.

There's someone in the water, I watch them swim downwards…

I dive off the edge of the dock taking a breath as I do so. I swim down into the water, I'm careful not to hit my head against the bottom. I search blindly.

I grab a piece of soggy fabric, and I feel around for the rest of a body to check. That's a person.

They must have hit their head, they aren't moving.

I swim upwards holding the person in my arms. I push them onto the dock ahead of me, then I climb out of the water.

There in front of me is Max, unconscious, a look of pain on his face. He tried to- not again.

It's way too cold to stay out here. I grab him and run back to the councillor's cabin.

"Gwen! Gwen wake up!" I yell running through the front door.

I deposit Max onto my bed. Gwen sits up.

"David what the fu-" She starts, then she sees Max.

"What happened?" She yells, running to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. In the light I can see now, Max is bleeding.

"He tried to- I didn't think he'd try here." I sighed.

"I knew he'd tried before. I thought he was okay" I frowned.

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Gwen asked, her face pale.

I nodded as she bandaged his head.

I changed him out of his wet clothes, and towelled him off. I managed to get him into one of my shirts and sweats.

I went into the bathroom to change my own clothes too, I was soaked after diving in after him.

All that was left was a waiting game, Max needed to wake up…