Going through Here and There

Victoria lived most of her life living a lie. Then she meets up with an old friend in an exhibition and they contact each other again. But is everything real, or is it a lie? Or is everything just a dream and a vision?


28. Change

I felt my body feeling so happy and energized that morning. I got myself fixed and went out of my room.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw Camille moving around the kitchen. She was moving around the kitchen with a phone between her head and shoulder. She got to the pantry and started cooking. I watched her as she moved all around the kitchen.
The air was blowing so hard that Camille had to tie her hair. She got the milk out of the fridge and she shut it close. She turned around and saw me.
"Morning," I said taking a step into the dinning table. I took my seat and reached for an apple. I bit it and got some fresh juice.
"Hey, did you sleep well?" Camille said. I just simply nodded my head and looked at her. "I'll take that as a yes. Oh yeah, I might be leaving to somewhere. I was wondering if it would be okay if you can watch over the house, for a while till I get back."
She's letting me watch over her house? Oh then that means that she has strong faith in me. I was so happy that she trusted me enough to watch over her house.
"Yeah, sure it's fine," I said and she smiled at me.
"Um, no parties please. No wrecking or destroying anything. And please make sure that I won't regret trusting you," she said handing me the keys to her house. Our hands touched and I got the keys from her. She held my hand and I looked at it. "I'm sure I can trust you." And then she let go of my hand.
After breakfast, Camille headed straight to her room. I decided to follow her, and to my luck her door was not closed. I took a look inside and I saw that she was packing. I pushed the door open, and she looked at me.
"Where are you going?" I asked. All signs of fun had been drained out from her face, and now she was serious. I looked at her and I realized that she was no longer a fun kid but a young woman who took life seriously.

Actually I never hanged out with Camille, I only started to hang out with her cause my mum forced me too. To be honest, I was even embarrassed to be seen hanging with her. Everytime her and I went for a walk in the park, I would stay way way way away from her, I would rather be behind her or infront of her, but never beside her. I only hanged out with her when my parents were around, but when they weren't I did my very best to avoid her. I was never a good friend to her, although she would always be there for me. I remembered when I was young, I had this huge crush but then the girl didn't like me back. Camille was the only one who was there for me, but I remembered blaming her for everything wrong that had happened to me. I even yelled at her and embarrassed her infront of the whole school. Camille was always fun, smart, sensitive and feeble. She always cared for everything, and she would not stop until she got to the bottom of the case. She used to talk about rainbows, unicorns, and ponies, and always talk about fantasy things. When I talked to her, she would listen patiently, but whenever she talked I would walk away and pretend I was busy. She always told me everything, but I never told her anything, the things I told her were even sometimes lies. She used to always take life like a joke.
But now I'm here standing infront of her while she's packing her things...

"Do you have to know?" Camille asked me and her voice was rough, and I immediately knew that the subject was closed.
"I'm sorry for asking," I said and somehow I realized that she changed.

....she used to tell me anything, but I wouldn't tell her anything.

"You've changed," I said but she continued packing all her things.

....she used to care a lot but I never cared for her.

Her phone rang, and she picked it up. She goes away from me, and starts talking. Her tone the whole time while she was on the phone was serious, and I knew she was no longer the Camille I knew.

....she used to take life like a joke.

She came back to packing her things after the phone call ended.
"Need help?" I asked her.
"No," she said.
That was it! I could no longer take her attitude of being so different and all. I shut her door close and it shut with a loud bang. I looked at her but her face was expressionless.
"Why did you slam the door?" Camille asked me and she stopped packing. I knew it was my chance of telling her the truth. It was my chance of telling her that she was no longer the Camille I used to know.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I can't take it anymore," I said and I looked at her and then her unfinished luggage.
"Couldn't take what?" She said but her voice was calm. She looked at her luggage and then to me.
"I couldn't take the fact that you're so different! You've changed a lot and you are like a whole new person! It's like I don't even know you at all! It's like you're a person who I've never met in my whole life! You're acting like a total stranger!" I yelled the words hard. I wanted to make sure she knew what had happened to her and that she had changed a lot. I wanted to let her know that she was no longer her.
"Oh, so now you tell me that! When you told me days ago in the day of the exhibition that I've never changed, and I still act like me!" Camille snapped back at me. She raised her voice and I realized that she was mad. "Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"It's fine-" I began.
"You have no idea what happened do you?" Camille said and her voice was soft again. I looked at her but she wouldn't look at me back.
"Ever since the day you embarrassed me in school, I was weak and teased by everyone. I was a joke. Everywhere I went people wouldn't take me seriously. Even in the girls' room, people would follow me and start calling me names and throw stuffs at me. I had no privacy at all. Then, it was your birthday and you were turning 17. I tried to talk to you about stuffs, but then I realized that you were surrounded by those popular group. Then I found out that all the things you told me about you, were mainly lies and dares that your friends told you to tell me. You know, it was because of what you did to me in school that made me want to change my life forever. I realized I couldn't take another year in school with all those critics and bullies, so I decided to drop out of school. I locked myself in this house for many days, until I realized that change was the only answer to all of my problems. I decided to change everything about me, and then it worked. No one knew it was me, they wouldn't believe. I got a new life, and I started all over again. Then now, you tell me that I've changed and you're complaining about it? And you're yelling at me, for changing and losing my old self? Well I think it's for the best, Zayn."
There was silence in the room. I never knew what actually happened after that incident. Well, I guess I do now, and I feel really terrible. I looked at Camille, but she was already packing her things again. I looked at her wrist and I realized there were lots of wounds in it.
"What happened to your wrist?" I asked her.
"Well, after I stopped going to school I didn't do anything to my life. I got high, and then one day I woke up in bed and saw that I had wounded myself." Camille said. Her words hit me hard, I never knew that what I did to her had caused so much pain. I looked at her, but she was still packing her things.
"How many days are you going to be away?" I asked her, and I tried to shift the subject to a new one.
"I'm not sure, 3-4 days," Camille replied but she still didn't look at me.
"When you got high, did you leave the house?" I asked her.
"No, I locked myself up in here and never left the house for 3 months." She said and there was pain in her voice. I touched her shoulder but she didn't turn around.
"3 months?" I asked.
"Yeah, 3 months, I spent 3 days being high and all, then on the fourth day I realized that I had to change," she said and she removed my hand from her shoulder. She zipped her bag, and got out of the room. I followed her until the door, she opened the door and to my surprise standing infront of the door was a guy.
"Camille!" The guys said, he was tall and his voice was deep.
"Put my bag in the car, please," she said and the guy got her bag and did as what she ordered him to do.
Camille turned to me and stepped a little closer.
"I trust you," she said and walked out of the house.
(Hey guys this was supposed to be the Chapter before Investigation. So yeah, sorry,)
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