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Topic Started: Nov 5 2016, 08:26 PM (1,247 Views)
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((Vanessa Stone continued from Sunset Boulevard))

Vanessa had a cloud hanging over her. Jae's name coming up on the announcement as a killer had ruined her morning, and more unproductive searching wasn't making her feel any better. She was getting tired of wandering down yet another fuckin' Camless corridor.

As she rounded her way into the staff area, she heard the footsteps of Alessio bolting down the opposite end, out of sight. She didn’t catch a glimpse of him, not that she wanted to see him again so soon anyway, but the open door to the storage closet did catch her eye. Pained moans were emanating from within, and she couldn’t just ignore that. Then she heard Vinny yelling her best friend’s name, and she definitely couldn’t ignore that.

“Yo, Cams?!” she called ahead, pushing her way into the dark room. “It’s Vans! I’m coming!”

She wanted to be excited, and her face had lit up when she first heard the name, but that hadn’t lasted. Vinny’s yell had been packed with fear, and it was spilling over into Vanessa. She moved around the shelves as fast she could, searching for her BFF.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for what she saw. She couldn’t stop herself: she screamed.

“Oh Christ, Cams!”
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No way. No way was this happening now. She was standing there, watching her best friend bleed out a huge fucking hole in her stomach, whilst Vinny was pawing at them accomplishing god knew what. This was the sort of thing you saw a movie, not something that actually happened right in front of you.

Her mouth was agape as her eyes pulled back, words trying to stammer out as if they’d make anything better, brain racing for the answer to what the hell was she supposed to be doing right now, every second wasted as Cameron drifted further and further away. She hadn’t even responded to Cam’s final apology, barely realised it was there; there was just too much to process, too much reality to face.

She’d been staring at her best friend’s lifeless corpse for only a few seconds, but it was unbearable. This had to be a bad dream: she was still asleep, and this was all just a nightmare because she’d been quietly freaking to herself about this exact fucking situation for three days. Why the fuck wasn’t she waking up already?!

No, she wasn’t waking up, so this was real. Either she had lost it and she was trapped in her nightmare, or this was real life. Or both.

Her best friend had really just died in front of her.

“Get the fuck off her!” she screamed at Vinny, shoving them away and grabbing for Cam’s lifeless corpse. She cradled her in her arms, feeling her warmth die out. Vanessa was completely helpless as the tears streaked down her face, her cries echoing out the room and getting lost in the halls of the asylum.
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Vanessa kept holding Cam, holding her closer than she’d ever before as she clung to the fleeting essence of her best friend. She felt her grow cold, in spite of her tears and shouts and begging for it to not happen, that this couldn’t be real, that she wasn’t really dead.

What was she going to do now? All their dreams, of going to college together, of rocking out together, just being best friends until they were both bones in the ground, all gone without any warning or build-up, like some sick twisted fuck of a joke. She’d just walked into a room, and everything had been fucked up in that one instant. Just like that, her best friend had been taken away from her.

Taken away from her.

Right.

Someone had done this.

She stopped her crying, if only for a moment. She tried to speak, but couldn’t find the words. Enzo had been in there before, they probably knew what happened. They had to know.

A guttural growl of a question came out through her throat that had been so thoroughly strained by her sobs. “Who did it?”

She was starting to cry again. She shook her head, trying to stop herself, to get that vital answer from Enzo. She had to scream to keep talking.

“Who did this to her?!”
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What?

What the fuck had Enzo just said?

“What the fuck do you mean, you didn’t see?! How the fuck couldn’t you have seen?!”

She was still screaming, but it was all boiling out on its own now. Whoever had done this to Cams, whoever had murdered her best friend, needed to get what was coming to them and they needed it right fucking now.

She wanted to slug Enzo, drop Cams to the floor with a lifeless thud and just jump the sack of shit who’d stood by and not done anything to stop it, who was just sitting there with their mouth open like a moron catching flies and telling her they ‘didn’t see’. She wanted to make them suffer first before she moved on to ripping whoever’d done this to Cams a third asshole, just take everything out on her right fucking now.

She gripped Cams harder, crushing her like a stress ball, as she stared fiery daggers at Enzo. Only the suffocating grief was stopping her from jumping Enzo right there and then.

“What were you doing, fucking jerking off whilst she was getting killed?! You some kind of fucking retard or something!?”

What the hell was she going to do? How was she even supposed to stand up again anymore, when she was weighed down with this? What was she supposed to do?!
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“Well you sure as fuck didn’t think to get in the fucking way, did you?!”

If she’d been startled by the shelf’s collapse, it hadn’t taken the fight out of her. She got to her feet, still clinging to Cameron’s heavy, limp body, and kicked one of the empty boxes that had scattered in front of her straight at Enzo.

“This is all your fucking fault, you braindead shit! If you’d just paid some fucking attention, or not been picking your fucking asshole, it wouldn’t be- it wouldn’t be like-“ her voice was catching in her throat, as she looked down at her friend who had become so damn heavy. She tried to keep going, but she was choking on her tears.

“She’s fucking dead, Vinny! She’s fucking dead! What am I supposed to do? How could you let this happen?”

She wanted to vomit, to let go of Cams, to drop to her knees and cry into the floor. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. She couldn’t deal with this real.

This whole time she’d been in this shitstorm, she’d thought ‘hey, at least if I find Cams there’s that. At least I’ll be with my BFF as terrorists make us kill each other’. She’d had a goal that would’ve at least made the situation just a bit more bearable, just a tiny shred of hope in the nightmare that she was trying her best to bear and get through, and figure out just something she could do about it.

Now, there was nothing. Now, there was no hope.
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Vanessa continued to stare fury at Vinny as they walked out the room with in their tranquil anger. She was grinding her teeth together, waiting for her insults to fly forth at Vinny, who’d just let Cams get murdered, as the hot tears ran down her face. Yet they didn’t come, and Vinny left.

Suddenly, she realised, that yelling at Vinny hadn’t changed a goddamn thing. “Wait.” She whispered, but they had already gone, and Vanessa was alone.

Why the fuck had she done that? She was standing there with her dead best friend in her arms, and all she’d done was yell at Cam’s other friend, and nothing good had come of it. All she’d done was force herself to deal with this alone, and something that hurt so bad already just felt even worse. God, she was the fucking retard after all.

She shut her eyes tight, shutting it all out, but still feeling Cam’s limp weight in her arms. She was so heavy; Vanessa wanted to put her down because her arms were starting to strain, but how could she? If she just put her down on the floor, let her go, she’d fall limp and that’d just be as much proof as anything that she really was fucking dead.

Except that she really was, and Vanessa couldn’t stand there looking at the door that Vinny had walked out of forever, no matter how much she wanted to not face what came next. Finally, reluctantly, she put Cams down, with all the gentle care she could muster. Of course, Cams still didn’t move.

She turned around, pressed her head against the wall, took her eyes off the body. She was sobbing, trying to get a hold of herself, failing. Her best friend was dead; this terrorist BS that had just seemed like a distant threat had come crashing down right in front of her, and she hadn’t even had a chance to do anything. She felt, more than anything, powerless and lost.



Finally, she left the storage closet. She’d done everything she could’ve for Cams, everything she had the strength to do, but it still felt like fuck all. She’d left her lying on the floor, hands over that awful hole in her stomach, as peaceful looking as anyone who’d been brutally murdered by their classmate could’ve. It felt pointless, hollow, and stupid, but she knew she had to do something.

She looked down at her wrist, Cameron’s Mastodon bandana now tied around her own arm. Maybe she should’ve left it with her friend, she thought, but she knew why she’d taken it. She had to have something, anything, just that little piece of her left. Even if she still had all the memories, something physical and real just helped, just a little bit.

She stared out into the hallway, looking so damn different from how it had looked when she'd come from the other end. She looked back down at her wrist.

It wasn’t enough.

((Vanessa Stone continued in Dark Necessities))
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