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And now it is our great pleasure to present to you, the very first chapter of Even After Death! Also please check out our individual stories too! If We Hold On Together and Scars and Secrets!
Evan After Death
One: Free At Last
"You went crazy."
"You're a psycho."
"The whole team is counting on you Cam, YOU."
"Stop being so selfish!"
"And stop crying where everyone can see you, it's embarrassing."
"I'm tired."
"I just wish I could go to sleep and never wake up."
"It just sucks that Maya's gonna have to deal with it."
"And if you cared about her at all, then you'd get out of her life now. Forever."
Those were the words that were forming inside Cam's head as he sat on the front steps of Degrassi. What had he done to deserve all of this? He was screwed up, and everyone knew. He was just a stupid, psychotic, fifteen year old boy. He was all alone and had no one to lean on. His last source of happiness would be ripped away from him if he stayed any longer. He couldn't put Maya through this; she didn't deserve any of it. He really cared for her, he always would, and he hoped that she would forgive him for what he was about to do.
Cam reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out Hoot. He stared at the stuffed animal, an image of Maya appearing in its adorable face. Tears brimmed his eyes and spilled out over his cheeks; he gasped a breath and hugged the owl tightly to his chest. He wouldn't be alone now, he had one last little piece of Maya that he could hold on to.
"Can I tell you a secret? Tonight's the most fun I've had since I've been at Degrassi."
"I have a secret too. I don't like hockey."
"Me neither."
They were about to lean in when Cam suddenly turned away.
"Um Katie's probably looking for us we should probably go find her."
"I thought about what you said, the other day. And I was nervous too. I've never had a girlfriend before and I-I really wanted to. I just, I didn't know-." Cam leans in and captures her in a kiss, they pull away and both smile at each other.
"Look I had a lot of fun last night but, we're different. Music's your thing, sports is mine." Maya sighs.
"Well, everybody's different from everybody and that's what I like about us." She gently touches his jacket, causing him to smile and rub her arm.
"Yeah, me too."
"She always looks pretty." Cam kisses Maya's hand.
"Tu es très belle." Cam smiles at her, causing Maya to smile.
"Well, it's not going to help you during your exam but." They kiss.
"I'm terrible at telling you things but, I like you. A lot." Cam reached up and held out the bracelet. "This charm is for your concert tonight. Every time you play a show, I'll get you a new one."
"I love it!" He wrapped the bracelet around her wrist.
"Well I'll admit it was my mom's idea, but I picked it out."
"When we broke up you were confused but, then you came back to me so. Are you still confused?"
"No I want you. I've always wanted you." Cam pulls her in for a kiss.
"Good, I'm not gonna let you get away that easily."
"And you need to get your own stuffed animal."
"Oh, I don't know, can't it just be you? You're owl like."
"Shut up!" Maya playfully smacks Cam as they giggle.
Those were the last thoughts Cam wanted on his mind . . . thoughts of Maya and all the good times they had together. She was the only highlight of his life here, yet she was also the reason he had to do this. Zig was right; he needed to get out of her life.
But doing this was the only way.
After checking to be sure nobody – particularly Maya – was around him, he put Hoot (who was secured in his small box) on the side of the steps before stepping away from it . . . his decision was final.
He lurked like a ghost through the hallways, not caring that his shoulders were bumping against the bodies of others. He was moving slowly across the halls, his mind knowing where he was moving while the rest of his body went numb. His decision was made . . . his fate was sealed . . . there was no going back . . .
Within a matter of minutes, he was feeling the wind on his face as he breathed in the oxygen. His feet crunched against the gravel, shaking that this was the only way for the pain to go away . . . it was the only way for those around him to stop putting up with him and all his mistakes. It was not fair on him to be treated so badly and it was not fair for him to cause people nothing but stress.
He was so close when he felt his phone vibrate from inside his pocket. He told himself that he should ignore it, for it could have been Dallas telling him to man up again or Zig to restate his views.
Cam soon realized that it did not matter who it was or what they would say. Nothing could have made him feel worse than he was right now, so maybe having one last interaction with the world would not have harmed him.
But he was wrong.
Where are u, cheesy?
It would be from Maya . . . of all the other people it could have been, it had to be her. He began to shake, hating himself for what he was about to do.
I'm not coming. Sorry. It's over.
Tears fell out of his eyes, knowing that he had just hurt someone who he really cared about . . . someone who really cared about him. Not wanting to even see anything that she could possibly say in reply, he stepped closer to the edge of the roof; continuing to shake, he held his phone out in front of him. He dropped his phone and watched it fall then seeing hit the concrete and break seconds later.
It did not take long for the phone to die and he wondered if it would be just as fast for him. He hoped it was . . . he did not want to suffer anymore. He took in a trembling breath, tears going down his face when he got to the edge of the roof. His toes were lingering over the edge and one more step forward would have sent him into a free fall . . .
And that's what he wanted.
This was it. There was no turning back now. If there was a time to do this, he had to be now before he brought anymore disappointment to the lives of others around him.
"I'm sorry Maya . . ."
He fell through the air, his life soaring before his eyes . . .
And then it was over.
