That episode guys. Holy shit, they were so cute! Gawd, I thought they would be awkward together, but they got comfortable with each other quick. Whatever, I don't care, as long as they're together.
Anyways, here's a little oneshot. It's pretty depressing, but if you go to my profile and read it, you shouldn't be surprised.
Also, I DO NOT want any of what I'm going to write to actually happen. God forbid. I'd go into a depression myself if anything in this messed up story were to actually happen.
Oh, and this is told in third person. I say things out loud as I write because I sort of want it to sound poetic( i fail at that terribly), so it almost always comes out in third person.
Other than that, please enjoy.
Disclaimer- I do not own Degrassi, but I do own a blue nose pit-bull. His name is Tokyo!...though he's not Japanese. Wouldn't it be awesome if he was though?
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It hurt. Everything hurt, and it wouldn't go away. The overwhelming feeling of having to please everyone, to not mess up, was hurting him. It was like he couldn't even breathe.
Everyone wanted him to be perfect. He was the star player, why wouldn't they?
Campbell sure didn't feel like one though.
He felt like he didn't matter.
He teammates sure did make it seem that way, but they all knew they needed him.
No matter how badly they didn't want to believe it, they knew damn well that they would be shit without him.
And that hurt them.
Each and every one of them.
In their own way.
Why couldn't each of them be a star player like he was?
Why couldn't they have as much ice time as him?
Why?
Because they weren't as fucking good as him.
And that hurt them.
Bad.
So they hurt him.
They would say hurtful things here and there, and push him around.
He was such a softie.
And they hated that.
So they made him do "manly" things, like hit on girls at the mall and be rejected.
And seeing him miserable while doing made them so happy.
And Campbell knew that.
They loved to see him in pain.
For his jaws to be clenched, and his face to be as red as a fresh wound.
Campbell didn't understand what was so enjoyable about that.
But of-course, curiosity got the best of him.
He decided that he could find a way to enjoy the pain too.
And each and every time he picked up that razor, he knew that he was hurting people he loved.
He imagined how his family would react, his mom most of all. If they ever found out what he was doing, or that him doing what he was doing led to something bad and permanent they would be broken.
It hurt him to imagine that.
But that's not what hurt him most of all.
It took him a few more tries at cutting, to realize that it wasn't balancing out his emotional pain anymore.
He needed to do something drastic.
And when he was finally there, at that railing, with his feet dangling off, he didn't think of his mom, dad, or Justin.
He thought of Maya.
His first and last ever girlfriend.
The first person to ever make him feel special.
And wanted.
Campbell sucked in a sharp breath and braced himself.
He didn't start cry when he realized he would be losing hockey, something he's loved his whole life.
He started to cry when he realized he would be losing Maya.
A girl he began to date six weeks ago.
"I love you."
He said threw clenched teeth.
Then he jumped.
I'm super lazy and I have no beta so excuse the mistakes.
I don't know what this is either. I just came to me so I wrote it. Whatever, you read it right?
Review and tell me what you think.
Buh Bie.