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thefolder2013-04-15 06:32 pm
renegadedriving) wrote in thefolder2013-04-15 06:32 pm
Entry tags:
TW: suicidal ideation, depression
Who: Jane Shepard and Campbell Saunders
What: Suicide Intervention. Trigger warning, obviously.
When: April 15, 2013
Where: Cam's Room
[Shepard doesn't watch the feeds all day, but she usually assigns Monodramon to do so when she can't have at least have it on in the room. She's in the shower when Cam has his conversation with Henry, but Monodramon is curled up with her D-Terminal on her bed. He knows what to watch for- people in pain, references to injuries, anyone who sounds really nervous.]
[Cam hits all three, and Monodramon pounds on the bathroom door, heart beating fast. Something is very wrong, and he remembers something Shepard told him a few days ago: if humans die, they almost always stay dead.]
[Shepard opens the door with a grumpy look on her face, wet hair, and a towel wrapped around her.]
What do you want, Cade--
They're talkin' about killing somebody!
[Shepard's face twists into something stone-serious and she grabs for the D-Terminal, not caring about her damp fingers. She flicks on the replay and watches, before silently handing the D-Terminal back to her digimon. Her tone is steady.]
I'll be out in 2 minutes.
[She doesn't dry her hair, and the clothes she throws on are technically her pajamas, a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She's down the hall before the mirror in the bathroom has even become useable after all the steam. She remembers the room locations, drilled them into her brain on the first day as soon as she learned that there were kids staying in all of those rooms, and she doesn't bother knocking on the front door to the apartment. She only knocks on Cam's door as she's opening it, trying not to be too surprising.]
[She doesn't hesitate to walk across the room and sit on the edge of his bed. Her voice is steady but gentle.]
. . . Hey Cam.
What: Suicide Intervention. Trigger warning, obviously.
When: April 15, 2013
Where: Cam's Room
[Shepard doesn't watch the feeds all day, but she usually assigns Monodramon to do so when she can't have at least have it on in the room. She's in the shower when Cam has his conversation with Henry, but Monodramon is curled up with her D-Terminal on her bed. He knows what to watch for- people in pain, references to injuries, anyone who sounds really nervous.]
[Cam hits all three, and Monodramon pounds on the bathroom door, heart beating fast. Something is very wrong, and he remembers something Shepard told him a few days ago: if humans die, they almost always stay dead.]
[Shepard opens the door with a grumpy look on her face, wet hair, and a towel wrapped around her.]
What do you want, Cade--
They're talkin' about killing somebody!
[Shepard's face twists into something stone-serious and she grabs for the D-Terminal, not caring about her damp fingers. She flicks on the replay and watches, before silently handing the D-Terminal back to her digimon. Her tone is steady.]
I'll be out in 2 minutes.
[She doesn't dry her hair, and the clothes she throws on are technically her pajamas, a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She's down the hall before the mirror in the bathroom has even become useable after all the steam. She remembers the room locations, drilled them into her brain on the first day as soon as she learned that there were kids staying in all of those rooms, and she doesn't bother knocking on the front door to the apartment. She only knocks on Cam's door as she's opening it, trying not to be too surprising.]
[She doesn't hesitate to walk across the room and sit on the edge of his bed. Her voice is steady but gentle.]
. . . Hey Cam.
2/3
Cam's half laying on Maya's couch, and she sits over him, holding a grey stuffed owl. "This is Hoot. When I was eight years old, I went to my first overnight camp, and I was terrified, so, my parents got me Hoot, and they said as long as he was there, I wouldn't be lonely." Black yarn eyes and Cam's brown ones meet as he holds Hoot in one hand. "And you need to get your own stuffed animal."
He laughs, he smiles, turning his attention to his girlfriend. "Oh, I dunno, can't it just be you? You're...owl-like." She laughs too, a beacon for him, and as she hits his arm lightly and tells him to shut up, he keeps on laughing, keeps on.
His phone, useless, lays on the floor beside his skate.
Early morning, in Maya's kitchen, before she or her sister are awake, he records a message on his phone. "Gooood morning, Maya Matlin! I'm sorry I had to leave, early morning hockey practice. And I didn't wanna wake you, you were drooling so cutely." He takes a breath. "So, last night was pretty much the best night, ever, um, thank you for that," he rushes over this, his voice light, and then hurries along, "And also--" and pulls Hoot up in front of his face. "I kidnapped Hoot! If you ever wanna see your owl again, meet me on the steps at lunch and we'll negotiate for his safe return, mwaaahahahahaaa!"
Giddy, he stops the recording and heads out, hurrying, in the same clothes as yesterday, nothing to change into since he spent the night on Maya's couch. He sends the message, just when he thinks she'll be waking up. He can't wait to see her face at lunch, he can't wait to see her smile.
The bandana discarded on the floor, that he wore around his neck for Spirit Week.
"Eventually, Maya's gonna see what I see."
The steps, in the morning. Zig, who Cam had called a friend, who Cam had given a black-eye in a fit of uncontrollable anger and jealousy. "What's that?"
"You're a psycho." It drains. Everything. Maya's beacon drains. Zig starts to walk away, but stops. "You know, it just sucks that Maya's gonna have to deal with it. And if you cared about her, at all, then you'd get out of her life now. Forever."
Zig leaves. And the little urging in Cam's head suddenly is all he hears.
His phone. Discarded. Useless.
Maya's text when he didn't show, and his reply.
Where are u, cheesy?
I'm not coming. Sorry. It's over.
And how much he'd hoped, later that night, in his last moments, that they'd find Hoot in the backpack loosely around his shoulder, as he lay on the Greenhouse floor.]