A/N: A random one-shot from the randomness that is ParisNeverEnded22's brain. Set sometime after Cameron leaves. Cameron-centric, cos we all know she rocks! Sort of goes along with my other story, Already Gone, But you don't have to read that one.
Cameron POV
I breathed a sigh of of mixed emotions as I got into the car and drove away. I never looked back, and I knew I never would. I didn't care, I wanted to leave. I was happy to leave. Or was I? I didn't know, but that was what I kept telling my self, repeating it, like a mantra. I laughed, but it was bitter, there was no humor in it. Would I ever laugh a real laugh again? Yes I would, I was happy. I made it only a couple of blocks with this stupid mantra, before the tears started to flow. Well actually, I wasn't ever sure if they stopped flowing since I left our house- his house, sorry,- but either way I had to pull into someone's random driveway because suddenly I was crying so hard I couldn't see. Or maybe the rain had gotten harder. Yeah, that was it, because I was happy. I sat there, my head against the steering wheel, tears falling down my face, praying no one would come out of that house and chase me away with pepper spray or a gun or someting. I wasn't happy, I had never been happy, I would never be hapy. That made more sense.
Maybe that will be my new mantra. You will never be happy. Yeah, that sounded good. More realistic, at least. I banged my head against the steering wheel. I had to leave, it wasn't my fault, he started it, these were the thoughts running through my head. I realized, that these were'nt true. I had been the one to leave, at my own free will. I could have stayed, but I chose not to. It was my fault, my choice. My choice. Suddenly I sat straight up in my seat. It had been my choice. I had left because I wanted to. I was free. I had never been free before, never had the choice to do things my own way. I had had my childhood planned out for me, had married young, then gotten a job for a tyrranical boss (sorry House), had my heart broken countless times, married again. I was starting fresh, with a clean slate now. All my past problems were behind me. From now on I would make my own choices in life. No more would I work hard to please everyone around me and neglect myself. I wouldn't be controlled again. I would leave New Jersey, drive somewhere far, far away, where nobody knew my name. I began to cry again, but the tears were different this time. I felt the weight of the world being lifted from my shoulders, my burden had dissapeared. These were tears of pure relief.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the rain had stopped. I rolled down the window and took a deep breath. I had always loved the smell in the air right after it rained, but I could never find a name for it. But now I knew what it was. It was the smell of freedom.
A/N: And done, in... 15 minutes flat. Please review!