"NO!" Richard Cameron exploded out of his bedroom sprinting down the hallway as fast as his legs could carry him. "No no no no no no no no NO NO NO NO NO! NO!" With every rapid span of floor crossed, Cameron's chest felt heavier, his eyes stung and started to water. He didn't believe it he refused to believe it! There must've been a mistake, yeah! Mistaken identity! Neil would never-Cameron felt his gag reflex reacting to the stew of tormented and confused emotions inside. He turned a corner heading for the bathroom and lost his grip on the waxed floors with his worn slippers. His body burned and ached as he threw himself into the bathroom and grabbed the closest trash can, upending any and all of his stomach contents.
Oh God, oh God Neil...oh God! He was my FRIEND! He was the only one that ever put up with me! The only one...
Cameron slumped back down on the tile floor, wiping his mouth with the blue sleeve of his robe. In this still moment, Cameron cracked. Everything he had bee holding back pushed forward, starting with severe trembling and ending with messy, wet sobs.
Oh God, i have absolutely NO friends now-FUCK YOU NEIL! Fuck...you-why did you just LEAVE me here? ALONE?
Cameron covered his face in his hands, hyperventilating with sobs and gasps that made his body convulse.
He knew nobody liked him, he knew he was an irritating know-it-all-tell-all-little-shit. Ever since he was young he could remember not fitting with any of the kids he knew, he just never knew how to approach them. And then he was always made fun of because he was always the smallest the weakest-he however did learn that he could curry good favor with adults if he told teachers about how other kids misbehaved-and best of all, he got attention for it!
He didn't have a proper family-with his mother being a married man's mistress and all. A lot of the times, his mother was gone, leaving him alone in the house that Mr. Cameron had purchased for secret yet frequent meetings with Marilyn Penhall. No doubt, it was quite a beautiful home with a serving staff and everything-but a prison is still a prison regardless of how beautifully built or how kind the staff. The butler, Sebastian, mostly minded Richard Cameron-but even Sebastian had his duties to attend to. Richard really was alone...
And then Neil Perry had appeared in fourth grade. There was something about him that awed everyone. At first, Richard hated him. This newcomer was stealing all of the adults' attention! Stealing all of...Richard's attention...and how he hated it. From then on, Richard always tried to set Neil up, to try and catch him committing a punishable offense. Then one day, their gym class had been introduced to the torment of Dodge Ball. Richard was terrified. Especially when their teacher was momentarily called out to have a brief meeting with the principle. All of a sudden Dodge Ball turned into Kill Cameron and his entire grade ganged up on him-everyone, except Neil Perry who ended up reprimanding his classmates sore.
"Are you okay?" He reached his hand down to a quivering Richard. never in his life had anyone acted so human towards Richard...at first, he didn't quite know what to make of it. Before he knew it, he was having lunch with Neil, being partnered up with Neil, spending recess with Neil, having sleepovers with Neil-his social life revolved around Neil. His new friend helped the unwanted Richard Cameron semi-learn how to stand on his on.
And now everything had been snatched away.
The violent despair that had wracked Cameron now froze into a steely anger that seemed to poison his very soul.
Someone. Needed. To pay.
Richard's muscles clenched as the tears stopped running and he seethed, occasionally punching the floor-hard.
Cameron scanned a list of people that he could potentially lay the blame on, someone he could inform about-and not just for attention, but for revenge.
Mr. Perry would be too hard to get to, same with Mrs. Perry. besides they had lost someone too-Charlie was just one person and he'd probably rat on Cameron if given the chance...Meeks and Pitts were uselessly harmless, Knox was a bit too much of a wet blanket-Todd...but I kinda like Todd...was that it? was that really everyo-ooh ho no...Mr. Keating.
A sickening sharp smack echoed as Cameron punched the floor again, his anger building. It's all HIS fault...getting Neil involved in a bunch of shit he shouldn't have been, encouraging him to step away from his familys' requests-if it wasn't for Mr. Keating...if it wasn't for Keating then the Dead Poets Society would've never have been unearthed-Neil would still be alive!
The hallway was silent as Cameron padded down the hall to Mr. Nolan's office. His blue robe fanned out and swished behind him as he walked in slow, deliberate steps. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you Neil-someone needs to pay...
4:24 am + lonely summer = the mess you just read
