"Cam?"
His jaw clenched, preparing for what was to come.
"Open the door please."
Knowing that it was inevitable, Cam reluctantly got up and unlocked his door. He sat back on the edge of his bed as his mother opened it. She walked over and sat next to him, staring at his face and noticing the pain in his expression. He hated her seeing him like this, now she knew how pathetic and weak he was. He turned away from her, unsuccessfully trying to hide the tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. They stayed like that for a few moments and then she began to speak.
"Campbell, show me your arms."
As much as Cam had tried to prepare for this moment, it made him feel far worse than he imagined. He didn't want anyone, especially his mother to see the wounds he had inflicted on himself. He even hated looking at them. His anxiety and thoughts began to overwhelm him, and his heart began to race.
Knowing all too well that he was getting yet another dreaded panic attack, he quickly got up and ran out of the room. Grabbing his phone on the way, he was out the door and running down the street in minutes. He stopped only to catch his breath, and his emotions flooded him. Pain, guilt, anger, dread. He was a mess, maybe deep down he was crazy.
You went crazy! You're a psycho! Stop being so selfish!
He raised his hands to his head, gripping a tuft of hair on each side trying to block the voices out. But no matter how hard he tried, they would not go away.
"Get out get out get out!"
If you cared about her, at all, then you would get out of her life now.
He fell to the ground, still clutching his hair. He had calmed down enough to think.
Maybe Zig was right. I should get out of her life. Everyone's lives.
He got out his phone and pressed record.
"Maya, I love you, so much. You are the best thing that has happened to me since I moved here and I'll miss you. It's not yours or anyone's fault that I'm doing this; I'm to blame for being such a screw up. You'll find Hoot on my bedside table. I love you Maya."
Message sent. No turning back now.
He hastily took off the cover of his phone, taking out the spare blade he kept for emergencies. One swift cut and he would be at peace forever. That thought made him smile.
Stretching out his arm, he lowered the blade to it. Starting from his wrist, he pressed in with as much force as he could and dragged it up his arm. The pain was unimaginable and the blood was uncontrollable. He started slipping in and out of consciousness. The sounds of sirens where the last thing he heard before he went under.
Sorry I took so long to update, had a lot of assignments and exams. And it makes me sad to write about Cam.