Cameron Mitchell clutched his backpack tightly, feeling the pain spread through his pearly white knuckles. Snow feel lightly on the ground, falling on him as he walked slowly but with determination through the thick white blockade. There were lights on in some houses, but most things were off. The warmth seemed so far away, so unobtainable and so perfect. Cameron shivered in his thin shirt and skinny jeans, regretting the choice immediately.
"Get out!" The sound of glass smashing and plates crashing, the sound of anger of disappointment. Cameron shuddered, the images and sounds filling his head, bringing tears to his eyes once again. He brought his spare hand to the crucifix, which proudly hung from his neck. With a tug, he broke the chain and clutched it tightly in his hand.
"Dear God" he sobbed, "I can't do this"
He sunk to the floor, leaning against a building. His breath shallow and racking his rib cage was panicked and harsh. The crucifix felt as if it was burning his hand, the searing pain spreading. He dropped his other hand, letting the battered backpack drop into the snow. Even though the white, frozen water was sinking through his jeans, he couldn't bring himself to stand. His knee's felt weak, he felt weaker than he ever had.
Opening his backpack, he pulled out his cellphone with shaking hands. Slowly he dialed the number, he had burned into his memory. Ignoring the missed calls on his phone, ignoring them all. He brought the phone to his ear, listening to the ringing.
"Hey" The voice greeted him, it was soft and smooth and perfect. A flood of relief spread through Cameron, warming him from the tips of his toes to his fingertips. Cameron couldn't bring himself to speak, but instead allowed the tears to flow. He couldn't fathom how pathetic he looked, sitting in the snow and sobbing on the phone.
"Cameron?" The voice breathed, "Is that you?"
"Yes" Cameron sobbed, clutching the phone like it was a lifeline.
"Where are you?" The voice demanded, panic and concern filling the voice, replacing the curiosity.
Cameron looked around, scanning for any familiar landscapes.
"I'm near the park," He sobbed, his voice broken.
"Don't move" The voice begged.
"Don't go" Cameron sobbed, clutching the phone even tighter.
"I have to come get you," The voice informed him, sounding light and kind., "I'll be there soon"
Cameron placed his phone back into his backpack, gulping down air in big and greedy gasps. His legs were shaking; his whole body was shivering with the cold, with the pain. His heart was breaking and the tears were stinging his face, along with the pathetic cold air. Many cars drove by, ignoring the broken boy sitting by the building. Cameron didn't care, he just waiting. Slowly he curled himself up into a ball, almost like a shell.
"Stay Away! Don't you dare come back here!". Cameron cringed, as the memory stung him. Suddenly he was being pulled into the memory, the painful memory. He unwillingly closed his eyes, to see the horror and destruction in front of him.
Paper, clothes and electoronic devices torn apart and littering the floor, Cameron's eyes scanned over the mess. Horror filled him as he rushed to his bedside table, the draws had been ripped from the table. He looked around for them, his eyes latching onto what he had been searching for. No.
"Cameron" A soft voice rushed over his skin, an even softer hand resting on his shoulder. Cameron opened his eyes, to see bright blue ones looking at him.