A.N.

my friend, TheFalls got me into a Camp Camp back in...April...? meh...anyways. i think a CC fanfic is long overdue, don't u?

BTW, no ships. Just a self insert fic about me mothering a broken cinnamon roll Max. a dream come true for TheFalls. XD

TR: mentions suicide, and other depressing stuff. Disclaimer: Don't own Camp Camp ad it's characters

Enjoy and R&R! :)

Broken Chapter One

It was a shitty day. Just…shitty…rain, school. Everything was just shitty. I came home from to the dorm in a bad mood.

I took the time to think about a show that my friend recently got me into called Camp Camp. A non-tv show where there is a summer camp. The main character, Max, is a ten-year-old indian boy with jade eyes goes there. He hates it even before it starts and after finding no escape, struggles to survive. Max is very smart. For someone his age, he is VERY aggressive. He seems to hate one of the camp counselors named David with a passion for a reason unknown.

Anyways, Max has a very colorful vocabulary. But underneath all the aggression, is a broken Max. he feels alone ad is convinced that his parents hates him an dropped him off somewhere they knew he'd hate to get rid of him for the summer. That is harsh, but probably true.

Now, it was time for bed. Ugggh. Great. I was walking back from the bathroom to my room when I stopped in my tracks. I heard something coming from the room across the hallway.

the weird thing is that no one stayed in that room. It is abandoned. Legend has it that that room is haunted by a girl from the sixties who committed suicide cause her boyfriend dumped her at prom for another girl. So, yeah. You can see why no one goes in there.

But the sound I'm hearing isn't a ghost of a dead girl. I heard crying. Like, not from a teenage girl, but a kid. A male to be specific. In curiosity, I went to the room across from me. I looked around to see it empty. But the crying was only louder. I begin to recognize the voice. Was I hallucinating or does this kid sound like Max from Camp Camp?! I looked around trying to pin point the location of the boy. I liked in the closet to find the source.

To my surprise, my ears didn't deceive me. Max was there curled up in a ball. He was trembling and shaking uncontrollably. He'd since in pain every time he moved. It was pitiful. The real Max would never let himself look this vulnerable in front of ANYONE else. Maybe while at camp, he was like this when nobody was around, but sealed it up with his really bad attitude while around his peers. This was bad if that was the case. Was it his parents? nobody would deserve that!

I never noticed the two bloodshot jaded eyes staring at me. I looked at them in pity, shock, and maybe fear.

"What the fuck do you want, lady!?" Max spat.

Yep. definitely Max. that boy and his f-bombs.

"Errrrrm….Errrrm….i…uhhhhhhhh…hi?" I stuttered due to me finding no appropriate words for this situation.

All I can do to help is call 911..l

I kicked myself mentally for acting like a fucking retard in front of a broken kid with a shitty attitude, as well as a equally shitty life. Whoa. This kid was REALLY rubbing off on me.

"Stop staring at me, lady! that's fucking creepy!" Max snapped.

I flushed.

"Sorry." I said.

"You better be. Go away!"' Max grumbled.

"Yeah. Okay. I can't just be standing here when I should be calling 911." I mumbled to myself.

Max looked at me.

"Wait!" He cried.

on my way out, I turned to the jaded ten year old with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't fucking tell anyone I'm here! No one, especially child services can know where I am! I can't go to foster care! I can't! please don't tell." Max begged.

My heart fell. This kid…

"fine, but at least let me check on you and take care of you." I told him.

Max narrowed his eyes.

"I wanna help you anyway I can. what is your name?"

"fine you can help if I WANT it, and the name is Max…but don't think I trust you. Cause' I don't." Max answered.

I nodded and ran to my room after waving goodnight to which got the finger in return from Max. not surprised.

I laid in bed thinking about how much worse Max's life is IRL. Foster care, his hidden and built up feelings. What happened? Was his parents that horrible? All I knew was that whatever happened, Max is very emotionally unstable. His mentality is VERY unhealthy for kids his age. In fact, it might be so bad, that he probably will never be able to get the love and affection he needed that he never got to start with. And if someone tried, Max will refuse it.

Another thing worth noticing. Max rarely trusts anybody. Bad sign. A potential sign that everyone he met during his ten years of life, has in some way hurt him. So much, that he can't even trust the people who DO love him.

What I'm trying to say is, Max is broken. He might be broken beyond repair. Maybe ii can find a way to fix him. Maybe it isn't too late to try. I have to just fix him before he IS broken beyond repair. That was when I silently vowed to try and help Max anyway I can even if it's the last thing I do.

After that encounter, I never got sleep that night.

What do u think? Reviews greatly appreciated. makes me happy-and that is something i rarely feel.

i hope u enjoyed the first chapter d 'Broken'. bye!