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TheFalls: Yes i am. i hope this brightened ur day. I know you've been waiting a while for this story and i thought you'd like it i just put it up today.

anyways, TR for depression and anguish.

Disclaimer: Camp Camp and their characters belong to RoosterTeeth, not me.

This Ch. is preeeeeetty darn long, so enjoy and R&R! :3

Broken Ch. Two

Fragile Trust

the next day was better. Better than yesterday. I came to the dorm with cookies I stole from lunch. (other students gave them to me)

Due to the fact that the dorm parents were unaware of Max upstairs, I managed to sneak some of the cookies and some milk fro the fridge. I walked to my room after taking a carton of milk. This will be perfect for Max. It was winter. I then realized that he must be freezing. I quickly grabbed a blanket before running to the room Max took refuge in.

I was determined to keep my promise. If it meant breaking the rules, then so be it.

I entered the room. My suspicions were confirmed. It felt like outside! Poor Max. I then went to the linen closet and grabbed a pillow an even thicker blanket. I went back to the room to see a pair of confused and mostly grumpy jade eyes staring at me.

"Max…I know what your thinking. I'm not here to fuck you. I'm here to help you. I ask for nothing in return except you being okay…okay?" I tried to reassure him.

Max looked at me weirdly. He crawled out of the closet, giving me a cue to go on.

"I just wanna give you the attention you never had. Don't take this the wrong way, but…I'm nothing like your parents, Glenn, David…or anyone else in this shitty reality. Yeah, its bad and no one wants to deal with the stuff you go through…but we do…everyone does…but, its over…you can have a better life…and no. I won't tell anyone you're here…your secret is still safe with me as promised." I told him..

Max looked at me in shock before going back to anger.

"how the hell do you know who my parents are? How the fuck do u know David and Glenn?!" he snapped.

"Well…in school, we had to research current events…I found this." I told Max before giving him a news paper clipping.

Max looked at the headline, which read,

'Couple charged for Child Abuse, Child abandonment, Drug abuse, drug trafficking, attempted one-degree murder. Sentenced to death.'

Max paled after reading the article. He looked at me. He was trying to hold back his fear and sadness. I gave him another article.

The headline in this one read,

'Missing kid still at large after escaping parents after camp shuts down'

Below it was a picture of the whole camp. Wow. After reading that, Max didn't hesitate to show his true feelings. I scooted closer to him after closing the door. And locking it. I let the small boy lean his head on my shoulder to cry on. He needed this. As I said before, for a ten year old, this case of depression is quite severe. Max needed all the support he can get.

"let it all out…" I told him, "Don't be afraid to show your feelings. I will never think your pathetic. Don't take the hurtful things people say go to your head…"

a few moments went by before I continued.

"You shouldn't hide your feelings like that either. I-it isn't healthy…it turns most people to bullies and…well, your parents…"

Max looked at me.

"sorry."

Max just shrugged it off and buried his face into my own hoodie. I wrapped my arm around him only for him to jerk away. It wasn't because he hated hugs. that's when I noticed the warm and wet feeling in where I made contact with the boy. I looked down to see crimson stains on my jacket sleeve. Blood.

I looked at Max. he was covered in blood. I saw a rib sticking out, too. How the fuck have I never noticed this. Those jaded eyes were full of pain and sadness. He looked pale and desperate.

"I'm gonna need you too stay awake. Can you do that?" I asked him.

Max winced when he nodded.

I ran out of the room and came back with a med kit. I took out everything necessary to help Max. I saw Max dozing off. I sighed and gave him Starbucks to try to help. It worked, somehow unsurprisingly. He was breathing hard as I worked. occasionally I'd hear a pained whimper. For kids his age, Max was really a fighter. He probably dealt with this most of his life.

After that, I made a nest in the closet. I decided that Max needed more pillows. So after getting permission, I grabbed like, three more and started working on the nest. I used a few pillows for cushioning, a thing blanket for a sheet, the extra soft pillow as his pillow and the thick blanket I mentioned earlier to cover up in to combat the cold. I was finished until I realized something.

"Max…?" I slowly called.

Max looked at me.

"where's your bear?" I asked softly.

Max narrowed his eyes.

"Why are asking. You gonna blackmail me?" he snarled.

I shook my head.

"No. that's Glenn. I just noticed you didn't have him." I said.

Max's eyes softened.

"My parents took it after camp. They told me I was too old to have it. They called me pathetic. They put it in the wood chipper after that…I miss him…" Max explained sadly.

I nodded as I stood up. I had something to lift his spirits. There is a horror game called 'Five Nights at Freddy's. my brother had a plush of the main character, Freddy Fazbear. That led me to jealousy and me getting my own, but now I see someone who needed it more than me. I got up and went to the door to get my plush for Max. I noticed him staring at me in betrayal.

"I shouldn't have told you. Where are you going? are you going to tell everyone what I told you?" He asked.

"Max..." I started.

"I trusted you. I was too dumb to notice that you'd do this! Get out!" He yelled.

I opened my mouth, but found no words. So I did as he said.

"I put Cookies and milk in the drawer of the nightstand…" I told him before exiting.

After dinner, I went upstairs and grabbed my plush. I went back downstairs and into the computer room. I typed up a letter to Max which read:

Dear Max,

I wasn't going to tell anyone about what happened. It will involve breaking my promise to not tell anyone you're here or call 911. I was going to my room to get a plush that I own to give to you. given the position your in right now, I think you need it more than me. I know it isn't what you had before, but I hope it'll be fine.

His name is Freddy. he's from a horror game called Five Nights at Freddy's. Take good care of him.

Max, please know I'm not going to hurt you. I genuinely care about you. I'm tricking you or manipulating you. I just am concerned want to help you. You had a hard life. You deserve better. I hope you'll let me in so I can help. But I can't if you won't let me. I care about you Max and I wanna be your friend. I wanna be there for you when your down. I wanna be supportive if you accomplish something.

that's what friends do. They help each other. If you deny the offer, that's fine. I'm just telling you this because I'm here for you and just want what's best for you. I'm not selfish. I'm selfless.

I hope you understand.

I hope you consider letting me in.

-Signed, Nikki

Satisfied with my work, I printed out the letter and put in a shoe box with the plush already in it. I went to the kitchen and got some soup for Max. after some thought, I grabbed some more milk, cookies, and coffee and went to…you guessed it…Max's room.

I knocked on the door. No response. I knock again. No response. I grew worried and was about to open the door until I heard a small voice telling me to 'fuck off'. I sighed in relief and didn't question how a ten-year old was able to aquire such a colorful vocabulary. The world we live in today is just like that.

"Max. it is Nikki." I declared.

"Go away." Max said.

"I have dinner. Not the school food. I also have some cookies and Milk along with coffee. Black, just the way you like it." I told him.

Silence. I can imagine Max on the other side of the door thinking about whether he should trust me or not. This poor child. He was treated so horribly. No child should go through what Max did. Yet here he was. Stripped of any good childhood or love and affection children his age should have at all times. Where did that get him? It got him into a lonely and miserable ten years. Now Max is a shell.

Now Max is emotionally imbalanced for someone his age. Unhealthy both mentally and physically. He is broken. That's when I learned one important thing about Max. Like the boy himself, his trust towards me is fragile. It can easily be broken like he already was. In order to mend Max himself, I must mend our trust. And that is what the bear was for.

For some reason, Max is full of surprises. This time, though it is good. I was about to give up wen the door opened. Max stood there. His eyes were bloodshot yet again. He stared at me for a moment before letting me in. I sat on the bed after closing the door behind me. Max limped to the closet.

"W-What do you want?" He croaked.

"I know you don't want me around anymore. I lost your trust and I respect your privacy, but I needed to give this to you."

Max looked at me.

"Are you going to tell?"

"No. I'm just going to be leaving food. I can't help someone who refuses it. I don't think you trust the help I'm offering. Can only do so much. I'm a only sophomore in high school. I can't do much. I can only give a shoulder to cry on, talk about things, make you feel comforted, b-but I cannot o that if you won't trust me. And…this box will explain everything…so…bye, Max…" I explained to the boy.

With that, I left the room. I failed…I couldn't handle it…I couldn't help Max. I remember a quote from someone from a fictional show once said.

"You can only save those who want to be saved…"

I feel asleep crying that night…

A.N.

Two chapters in one day. let's try to make it to three!