Struggling to Live.
Cameron stood in his kitchen motionless for another hour before the meds kicked in. They didn't stop the pain, but muffled it enough to actually work with it. All he thought about the whole time was the cloud and if his parents were okay.
He could open his eyes now. It still hurt, but the swelling had receded. Still blurry, but he could make out objects now.
His fridge was next to him, upside down and opened. Broken eggs clung to the inside, but other than that, there was nothing. The freezer was still closed, he noticed.
He pulled the handle to the freezer, but couldn't get it to budge. He pulled harder. It barely moved. He picked up a piece of wood and slammed it against the freezer with full force.
Water poured from the freezer. The ice he had in it previously had melted. He figured he'd been out for a few days if the freezer had been closed the whole time and the ice still melted. He picked up a water bottle that had fallen out of the freezer. It was a bottle he used for work.
Cameron had thought a moment out loud.
"I should probably get some stuff and head out, see if mom and dads okay," He said.
He couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him, but he slowly made his way into his bathroom. The only wall of his house still standing, with the mirror and sink on this particular wall.
He looked at his reflection, and was disgusted at what he saw.
Cameron's face was swollen. Cheeks, eyes, nose, chin, ears, lips. Some spots were swollen to where the skin had split a little and blood dribbled down the cuts. He didn't recognize himself. His normally blonde hair was so caked with dust he was almost a brunette. His green eyes could barely be seen through nasty swollen eyelids with what could only be described with the word goop. The parts of his eyes you could see, were blood shot.
His white t-shirt was ripped to show his muscular arms, but his skin was covered in dirt and made him look whiter than he was. He had a tan from working outside all the time, and his chest and arms were defined with muscle. His stomach however had a slight bulge from throwing back beer throughout his teenage years and now through his young adult life. He was 22 now.
He slinked away from the mirror and gathered the supplies he could in a backpack, before sitting back on his bed and falling asleep one last time.
He could open his eyes now. It still hurt, but the swelling had receded. Still blurry, but he could make out objects now.
His fridge was next to him, upside down and opened. Broken eggs clung to the inside, but other than that, there was nothing. The freezer was still closed, he noticed.
He pulled the handle to the freezer, but couldn't get it to budge. He pulled harder. It barely moved. He picked up a piece of wood and slammed it against the freezer with full force.
Water poured from the freezer. The ice he had in it previously had melted. He figured he'd been out for a few days if the freezer had been closed the whole time and the ice still melted. He picked up a water bottle that had fallen out of the freezer. It was a bottle he used for work.
Cameron had thought a moment out loud.
"I should probably get some stuff and head out, see if mom and dads okay," He said.
He couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him, but he slowly made his way into his bathroom. The only wall of his house still standing, with the mirror and sink on this particular wall.
He looked at his reflection, and was disgusted at what he saw.
Cameron's face was swollen. Cheeks, eyes, nose, chin, ears, lips. Some spots were swollen to where the skin had split a little and blood dribbled down the cuts. He didn't recognize himself. His normally blonde hair was so caked with dust he was almost a brunette. His green eyes could barely be seen through nasty swollen eyelids with what could only be described with the word goop. The parts of his eyes you could see, were blood shot.
His white t-shirt was ripped to show his muscular arms, but his skin was covered in dirt and made him look whiter than he was. He had a tan from working outside all the time, and his chest and arms were defined with muscle. His stomach however had a slight bulge from throwing back beer throughout his teenage years and now through his young adult life. He was 22 now.
He slinked away from the mirror and gathered the supplies he could in a backpack, before sitting back on his bed and falling asleep one last time.