Better Off Without
Part 2; Who Really Cares?
I took my phone and dialed the number to the only
person i thought i could turn to, Cameron. I was still in tears when he
"Cameron.." I managed to get out between deep
breaths from crying so hard.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked, seeming
"Can you come over?"
"Yeah, i'll be right there." I hung up the phone. I
went into the bathroom, and that's when it all started.
I looked into the mirror and saw a completely different
person from this morning. I wiped my eyes and picked up the
razor blade. I couldn't believe i was about to do this,
but i just needed a way to get away from all this misery. It
was only a matter of time before Cameron got there.
Cameron got there as soon as i came out of the bathroom. I
quickly ran into my bedroom and put a sweater on then came
downstairs. "Hey." He said, giving me a big hug.
"I'm..." I started choking up, thinking about
leaving Cameron. He was my only true friend. He was my best
friend. My boyfriend. He was my everything.
He held me tighter, and I could tell that he
was crying, so i started crying even harder.
"When? Where? Why?" He started asking once he pulled
"Saturday, Florida, my dad got a new job..." I
sighed. I didn't know how this would affect us, but i
knew it wasn't going to be positive.
"So, what about us?" He asked, kissing my
"I don't know." I said, holding both of his hands.
"I love you..."
"Let's try to make this work." He smiled at me, and
gave me a kiss. That was such a relief, it was one of the things
i was most worried about. "I'm going to throw
you a sick going away party." And with that, he ran out
the door. Great, just what i wanted. He didn't even realize
how bad i was feeling right now. I was about to leave my entire
life behind, and he wanted to throw a party.
My dad handed me a bunch of boxes. "Come on
Darbey, start packing." He said, barging into my
room. I was laying on the bed, just thinking, about
everything that could possibly go wrong. What if i make
no friends in Florida? What if Cameron cheats on me? What if all
my friends from California forget about me?
I got up and started putting all my stuff into boxes. I put one
thing in at a time, thinking back to the memories that
every item held. I was going to miss this place, as much as
i hated it sometimes. California was my home, and it has been
ever since i was born. I was in tears by the time i was done
packing up my room. I went and layed back down on the bed,
and before i knew it i drifted to sleep.
The next day at school, everybody already knew that i was moving
tomorrow. Cameron. "Hey babe." He smiled, running
down the hall to meet up with me. I just kept walking to my
locker. "Your party is tonight." He
smiled, wrapping his arm around me. "Everyone is going
to be there."
"I know Cameron." I said, kind of mad, all
he really seemed to care about lately was this party.
"I have to go." I pushed him away and walked down the
"Darbey!" I turned around to see my best friend,
Maddy, yelling at me. She ran up to me, "I heard
you're moving tomorrow." She looked completely
torn apart. I gave her a hug. "Now who am i supposed to
hang out with, and get drunk with, and just have fun with?"
She said, starting to tear up.
I needed to get away, from everything. From the crying. From the
party. I just needed to be alone.
When i got home that night, i went into the bathroom, and did it
again. I wasn't proud of it, but it worked. It was a
I decided to make the most of my last night. I took out a long
sleeve Hollister shirt, and a pair of dark
wash skinny jeans. I loosely curled my hair and
put on a pair of uggs. I was ready to party, i just needed to get
my mind off of things, and have a little fun before i moved.
I had no clue how crazy this party was going to be. But i had a
feeling it was not going to end well.
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