Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Although I wish I owned Camille, I sadly do not. I only own my ideas.
Jo had decided to surprise Camille and take her out to dinner and a movie because she had been acting very distant lately. But when she knocked on her door, there was no reply. Odd, Camille is always home. Jo knocked once more and waited a few seconds before opening the door. Her ears were automatically filled with sound, and a very loud one at that. It sounded like a woman singing, possibly that band Superchick, Camille had raved to her about.
I told another lie today and I got through this day. No one saw through my games.
"Camille?" she called out, but her voice was easily drowned out by the loud music. Still, she tried again heading towards the sound, "Camille, are you here?"
I know the right words to say, like "I don't feel well," "I ate before I came," then someone tells me how good I look and for a moment, for a moment I am happy.
Jo took slow steps so she didn't frighten her and walked towards Camille's bedroom, where the sound seemed to be coming from.
But when I'm alone, no one hears me cry…
She placed her hand on the handle in front of her and twisted it, cracking the door open.
I need you to know, I'm not through the night. Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light.
She looked around her room. It was polar opposite to her personality. Everything was in dark shades. It was practically empty. So was her bed. She was nowhere to be found.
"Camille?" she cried out once more before noticing her bathroom door was open and the light was on.
I need you to know, that we'll be okay. Together we can make it through another day.
Hand on the doorframe, she peeled it open and was engulfed by the distinct smell of bile. Hand over her mouth; trying not to retch herself, she noticed Camille, entirely naked with wet hair, on the ground, curled in a ball, passed out. Her face was white, her lips were blue, veins were popping out everywhere. You could see every bone in her back poking out, threatening to break through her skin. The toilet was open and filled to the brim with a nasty liquid, the source of the smell.
I don't know the first time I felt unbeautiful, the day I chose not to eat. What I do know is how I've changed my life forever; I know I should know better.
Jo choked on a sob and still trying to hold her stomach down, she fell to the floor. "Camille? Do you hear me? Oh my god, Camille…" she turned her face towards her, her eyes were shut, her lips blue, and she was very cold. "Speak to me, Camille… oh, god. Camille?" she cried out.
I need you to know, I'm not through the night. Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light. I need you to know, that we'll be okay. Together we can make it through another day.
"Yes. I need an ambulance right now! Please, oh god, Camille… Palm Woods! Hollywood! Please come now! HURRY! Oh god, Camille, why? We're gonna get through this, whatever it is. Please, just wake up…Good-bye."
Jo held Camille and sobbed and threw her phone across the room. "Why, Cami? Why?" and kissed her on the forehead. "You'll be okay, okay? We'll both be okay. I promise. Just… wake up, please? I l-l-love you so much. I don't know how to go on with o-o-out you. You're so beautiful, why would you do this to yourself? P-p-please, Cami, don't leave me…"
You should know you're not on your own. These secrets are walls that keep us alone, I don't know when but I know now…I need you to know, I'm not through the night. Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light. I need you to know, that we'll be okay.
Together we can make it through another day.