Here is Cameron's chapter. I was wondering how to go about this, but I have a plan brewing in my mind! I really want to show how immature Cameron is (I like Cameron, and I've never made her out to be so 'young' before now, but I am guilty of torturing my characters, as awful as that sounds). So, here it is...
Cameron's Confessions
Cameron sat at home, laying in her bed, the lamps on, trying to drive away the darkness. It was winter in the world much as it was winter in her heart, her mind spinning. She couldn't stand herself. How could she have been so foolish? That bruise was fake. She had applied it in the woman's bathroom, using eyeshadow she found in her purse, makeup she never wore except on her wrist. She had meant to scare House, she had wanted to show him what he did to her. He had hurt her, yes, but the small bruise he had caused lasted no more than a day or two. She had made it larger with makeup because she could stand physically hurting herself to cause the bruise; she had tried, but the pain she was putting herself through was too much and Cameron had taken the wimp way out.
All she was going to do was show House how much he had hurt her and back up what she had told him after he had left her go. He was out of control and hurting her was the last straw. But, Cameron hurt emotionally rather than physically. Love makes people do crazy things. She loved House, almost as much as she had loved her former husband. House's pain was something she wanted to banish. She didn't want him to suffer any longer and the agony he showed to the world in the form of sarcasm and raised tones was what Cameron wanted to take away. She would show him that she could withstand the pain he gave her and that he would eventually come to love her for it, for being the only person there for him during his worst times.
Chase had seen the bruise, however, and told Cuddy for her. The talk she had with Cuddy during lunch, wearing the borrowed shoes, had been nice. Cameron had enjoyed the company, as nervous as she was. Cuddy had thought then that House was hurting her when that wasn't true. Once Chase blabbed to Cuddy that she had a bruise on her wrist from House, conclusions had been made and lines had been drawn. Cameron remembered her embarrassment at being called into the director's office, trying to smear as much of the makeup off as she could before Cuddy asked to see it. That had just made it worse, however, and Cameron, too weak to tell the truth and lose the respect of Cuddy, had lied.
If she would have known then what she knew now, Cameron told herself, she would have told the truth. She wouldn't have tried to lay the pity trap for House, to make him love her because of what he had done to her; she wouldn't have acted like such a high school girl. Chase really had the best intention to tell Cuddy, but she wished he didn't care so much. If he hated her as much as House, none of this would have happened. The fear and pain she had felt when Cuddy saw Cameron had forgotten to put the bruise on her wrist was almost too much for Cameron to bear and she felt tears come to her eyes again. But there had been a release, a sigh of relief that someone knew besides her.
Grabbing a pen and paper from the nightstand drawer, she started to compose two letters: one to House, one to Cuddy. She wrote them both with meticulous care, placing them in two envelopes with the names of their respective doctors on the front. Placing them in her purse, Cameron switched off the lights and tried to find sleep.
None came; the guilt was too strong.
Please read and review! Tell me what you think about this different angle on things! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you continue with the story. The end is in sight, although it will take a handful of chapters still until I get to the finale. Thanks!
