Sam's place, Boulder, CO - Late night
It was the same dream. Always the same. His house. His home. The table was set, his father's shoes stood beside the kitchen door, caked with dirt that would come off as soon as someone picked them up. His mother would shout for him to clean it up and he'd promise later.
There was dust on the dining table. The glass vase he bought his mother four years ago. She always made sure there were flowers in them. It was empty now. The fourth step on the stairs still creaked, betraying his presence, but nothing stirred. Only one door was closed; his parent's bedroom and he pushed it up.
Bile burned the back of his throat at the scent, the bodies still on the bed. And he threw up until he was dry heaving, over and over. Tears stinging his eyes.
He woke up with a cry and everything was empty. His whole world. He still felt like throwing up.
Kicking off the tangled sheets, Cameron climbed out of bed. His hands were shaking and he was already halfway to the lab when he remembered that Sam was gone now. Back to Fandom and he stopped, standing in the darkened living room with no where to go. Not forward. Not backwards. Just stuck.
Stuck in a world that wasn't his. Stuck in a job he never wanted. Without his family. Without the friends he grew up with. Without the friend who'd kept him so carefully together these last months and now it shattered. In a million pieces across the living room floor, like the glass he'd left on the coffee table. And then the table itself. It all went to pieces as the anger he'd held on so tightly burst in great bang and he didn't stop, didn't feel the glass digging in the sole of his foot until everything was broken. Just like him and he sagged on the floor, his vision blurred and he couldn't breath.
Couldn't move.
((Not open for interaction, but OOC is welcome.))
There was dust on the dining table. The glass vase he bought his mother four years ago. She always made sure there were flowers in them. It was empty now. The fourth step on the stairs still creaked, betraying his presence, but nothing stirred. Only one door was closed; his parent's bedroom and he pushed it up.
Bile burned the back of his throat at the scent, the bodies still on the bed. And he threw up until he was dry heaving, over and over. Tears stinging his eyes.
He woke up with a cry and everything was empty. His whole world. He still felt like throwing up.
Kicking off the tangled sheets, Cameron climbed out of bed. His hands were shaking and he was already halfway to the lab when he remembered that Sam was gone now. Back to Fandom and he stopped, standing in the darkened living room with no where to go. Not forward. Not backwards. Just stuck.
Stuck in a world that wasn't his. Stuck in a job he never wanted. Without his family. Without the friends he grew up with. Without the friend who'd kept him so carefully together these last months and now it shattered. In a million pieces across the living room floor, like the glass he'd left on the coffee table. And then the table itself. It all went to pieces as the anger he'd held on so tightly burst in great bang and he didn't stop, didn't feel the glass digging in the sole of his foot until everything was broken. Just like him and he sagged on the floor, his vision blurred and he couldn't breath.
Couldn't move.
((Not open for interaction, but OOC is welcome.))