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Tragic the Way People Pass Her By
Douze.
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Carefully stepping over the sleeping lump, I ran downstairs. All of the lights were off the whole way down. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of chocolate milk. It always calmed me down. I was still in my clothes from yesterday. My hair was tied up in a messy bun.
I slumped against the counter, as I drank my milk. Looking around, I noticed that there was one light on. The light in the basement.
Curious, I set down my milk, and slowly crept down the stairs. In the spacious room, there was a lone figure sprawled on the couch.
Inching closer, I noticed that he wasn’t asleep. His head resting on a pillow, his arms crossed. His shoes were flung across the room. His hair fell over his beautiful green eyes. He was watching me. His face an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“Cameron,” I breathed. He didn’t say anything. His eyes turned accusing.
I sat down on the couch opposite him. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
I laid down on the couch. Cameron watched me from his couch. I watched him.
“I can’t believe you just let him in like that,” he finally whispered to me. Silence followed. His eyes bored their way in to my soul. I could feel all of his negative thoughts swirling in the air around me.
“I know.” His words twisted in my brain, confusing my emotions. Part of me wanted to be angry that I let Zach just come back in, but at the same time, part of me wanted to be happy that he still cares about me.
I just don’t know what to think.
“You should get some sleep,” Cameron said to me, his voice hoarse. “You look terrible.”
I nodded, and laid on the couch, resting my head on a pillow. There was no way in hell I was going to go back up to my room with him in there.
Sleep arrived quickly that night, and stayed till late the next morning.
Stretching, I woke up, and rubbed my eyes. Cameron was no longer on the couch opposite from me. My house was eerily quiet.
Cautiously, I walked up the stairs to the main level of my home. There was nobody around. I explored the rest of my house looking for someone. Anyone. My house felt so full last night, but now it was too empty. Too quiet.
Taking a deep breath, I climbed one more flight of stairs to the second floor. I walked to my door, and pushed it open. The lights were turned off. I flipped them on, and fluorescent light filled the room. Looking around, I noticed that my bed was made. The spot where I stepped over Zach earlier was unoccupied.
I walked over to my bed, and flopped down. I could smell Zach in my hair. I could see him everywhere. Turning over, I noticed a note on my nightstand.
“Sarah-
Zach and I went back to our bus.
Please call me when you wake up.
Love you,
Cameron”
I laughed at that note. There was no way I was going to call him. If I did, I’d probably end up having to talk to Zach again. There was no way I was doing that again. The way I acted last night was a mistake. I was in shock; I had no control over my actions.
I pulled out my laptop, and powered it on. I went through the usual. Facebook, tumblr, email; nothing too exciting. Without thinking, I signed on to twitter.
Scrolling down, I came across a tweet from Zach.
“Caught up with someone I haven’t seen in ages last night. Sarah, I love you, and I miss you. I’m sorry for everything.”
Curious, I looked at the replies to that. Bad idea. They were entirely negative. Most calling me a “selfish whore”, or a “dumbass ugly bitch.” I’ve seen his fans get angry before, but this hurt on a different level. That’s what I get for being the ex of a famous rock star. Never ending torment. I didn’t even do anything this time.
Wanting to clear my mind, I went and watching TV until my parents got home. I sat through dinner, without saying a word. I barely ate anything. I noticed the concerned looks my parents were sharing. It was hard to ignore. Yet, neither of them said anything about last night. And I’m okay with that.
After dinner, I went and watched more TV. Anything to distract my brain. I ignored the offers from my mom to take me to the mall.
After a few hours of Say Yes to the Dress, I fell asleep.
…
Hours later, I woke up to the sound of loud knocking on our front door. Grudgingly, I got up, and opened the door. Standing at the door, was Zach, Cameron, Nathan, Michael, and Dillon. I just stared at them.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice flat. They shared nervous glances with each other. Parked on the street, was their large tour bus, with some bright blue movie advertisement on the side.
Ridiculous.
“We, uh, wanted to take you out,” Nathan said nervously, tapping his hand against his leg. “You know, get you out of the house.”
I looked at Cameron. “I’d rather not. I’m not into that sort of thing anymore.” His eyes looked apologetic.
“Can I talk to you for a minute, Sarah?” Cameron asked me. After contemplating for a moment, I pulled him inside, and shut the door behind us.
“Well?” I asked impatiently.
“I tried telling them you wouldn’t want to. I really did. But you know Nathan and Michael. Once they found out that you were alive, and I had been talking to you, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. It’s only for tonight. I promise. If you go out with us tonight, I promise we’ll be out of your hair. Please?” He got down on his knees, and begged. The whole situation was a bit ridiculous.
Biting the inside of my lip, I consented. “Let me go get ready real quick. Take your bimbo friends down into the basement or something.”
Bursting of relief, Cameron gave me a big bear hug. “Thank you so much,” he whispered into my ear.
Unenthusiastically, I made my way to my room, to get decent. This night was for sure going to be interesting.
Carefully stepping over the sleeping lump, I ran downstairs. All of the lights were off the whole way down. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of chocolate milk. It always calmed me down. I was still in my clothes from yesterday. My hair was tied up in a messy bun.
I slumped against the counter, as I drank my milk. Looking around, I noticed that there was one light on. The light in the basement.
Curious, I set down my milk, and slowly crept down the stairs. In the spacious room, there was a lone figure sprawled on the couch.
Inching closer, I noticed that he wasn’t asleep. His head resting on a pillow, his arms crossed. His shoes were flung across the room. His hair fell over his beautiful green eyes. He was watching me. His face an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“Cameron,” I breathed. He didn’t say anything. His eyes turned accusing.
I sat down on the couch opposite him. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
I laid down on the couch. Cameron watched me from his couch. I watched him.
“I can’t believe you just let him in like that,” he finally whispered to me. Silence followed. His eyes bored their way in to my soul. I could feel all of his negative thoughts swirling in the air around me.
“I know.” His words twisted in my brain, confusing my emotions. Part of me wanted to be angry that I let Zach just come back in, but at the same time, part of me wanted to be happy that he still cares about me.
I just don’t know what to think.
“You should get some sleep,” Cameron said to me, his voice hoarse. “You look terrible.”
I nodded, and laid on the couch, resting my head on a pillow. There was no way in hell I was going to go back up to my room with him in there.
Sleep arrived quickly that night, and stayed till late the next morning.
Stretching, I woke up, and rubbed my eyes. Cameron was no longer on the couch opposite from me. My house was eerily quiet.
Cautiously, I walked up the stairs to the main level of my home. There was nobody around. I explored the rest of my house looking for someone. Anyone. My house felt so full last night, but now it was too empty. Too quiet.
Taking a deep breath, I climbed one more flight of stairs to the second floor. I walked to my door, and pushed it open. The lights were turned off. I flipped them on, and fluorescent light filled the room. Looking around, I noticed that my bed was made. The spot where I stepped over Zach earlier was unoccupied.
I walked over to my bed, and flopped down. I could smell Zach in my hair. I could see him everywhere. Turning over, I noticed a note on my nightstand.
“Sarah-
Zach and I went back to our bus.
Please call me when you wake up.
Love you,
Cameron”
I laughed at that note. There was no way I was going to call him. If I did, I’d probably end up having to talk to Zach again. There was no way I was doing that again. The way I acted last night was a mistake. I was in shock; I had no control over my actions.
I pulled out my laptop, and powered it on. I went through the usual. Facebook, tumblr, email; nothing too exciting. Without thinking, I signed on to twitter.
Scrolling down, I came across a tweet from Zach.
“Caught up with someone I haven’t seen in ages last night. Sarah, I love you, and I miss you. I’m sorry for everything.”
Curious, I looked at the replies to that. Bad idea. They were entirely negative. Most calling me a “selfish whore”, or a “dumbass ugly bitch.” I’ve seen his fans get angry before, but this hurt on a different level. That’s what I get for being the ex of a famous rock star. Never ending torment. I didn’t even do anything this time.
Wanting to clear my mind, I went and watching TV until my parents got home. I sat through dinner, without saying a word. I barely ate anything. I noticed the concerned looks my parents were sharing. It was hard to ignore. Yet, neither of them said anything about last night. And I’m okay with that.
After dinner, I went and watched more TV. Anything to distract my brain. I ignored the offers from my mom to take me to the mall.
After a few hours of Say Yes to the Dress, I fell asleep.
…
Hours later, I woke up to the sound of loud knocking on our front door. Grudgingly, I got up, and opened the door. Standing at the door, was Zach, Cameron, Nathan, Michael, and Dillon. I just stared at them.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice flat. They shared nervous glances with each other. Parked on the street, was their large tour bus, with some bright blue movie advertisement on the side.
Ridiculous.
“We, uh, wanted to take you out,” Nathan said nervously, tapping his hand against his leg. “You know, get you out of the house.”
I looked at Cameron. “I’d rather not. I’m not into that sort of thing anymore.” His eyes looked apologetic.
“Can I talk to you for a minute, Sarah?” Cameron asked me. After contemplating for a moment, I pulled him inside, and shut the door behind us.
“Well?” I asked impatiently.
“I tried telling them you wouldn’t want to. I really did. But you know Nathan and Michael. Once they found out that you were alive, and I had been talking to you, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. It’s only for tonight. I promise. If you go out with us tonight, I promise we’ll be out of your hair. Please?” He got down on his knees, and begged. The whole situation was a bit ridiculous.
Biting the inside of my lip, I consented. “Let me go get ready real quick. Take your bimbo friends down into the basement or something.”
Bursting of relief, Cameron gave me a big bear hug. “Thank you so much,” he whispered into my ear.
Unenthusiastically, I made my way to my room, to get decent. This night was for sure going to be interesting.
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I am SO sorry that it has taken so long to update.Over the summer, I got mono. Then I was in a car accident and injured my back. Then I started Marching band, and school, and my life was just so busy. But I updated it! And if you didn't notice, I put a link to a song in the very beginning. I also took the time to draw the layout of Sarah's house. So, the link to that will be at the end of this. I noticed that I neglected to put bathrooms in, so pretend they are there. (:
Thank you so much for sticking around. I really appreciate it.
To look at her house: click the link. All three floor plans are able to be seen from there. Sarah's house