Better Off Without Me

Part 2; Who Really Cares?
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 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 answered. "Hello?"
"Cameron.." I managed to get out between deep breaths from crying so hard.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked, seeming concerned.
"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. "What's wrong?"
"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. "..moving."
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 himself together.
"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 forehead.
"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 hallway. 
"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 temporary relief. 
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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