camdengrilledcheese

[camdengrilledcheese]

PARA TITLE  → Catch Me I'm Falling

INVOLVED → Camden Paul Lennon

WORD COUNT → 802

LOCATION → The Lennon-Alexander House

TIME → MONDAY, JUNE 17, AROUND 4PM

SUMMARY → After a long night out, you return to your house to find that every picture and painting in your house can speak to you. Some novice witch or warlock was a bit clumsy with a spell and this is the result. What do the characters in the artwork and photographs say? These paintings that watch and see your every move just when you think you are alone in your house. If these walls could talk, what would they tell you?

No one was home. It was the right moment to purge. Camden didn't even think about it anymore, he just did it. Carelessly, ignoring the taste and everything else. Ignoring the noises. Only thinking of his flowers, and maybe another sandwich. Later, when he wouldn't feel so full and someone would make it for him. Later, when after some sleep, when he'd be able to smile again. He didn't really like smiling after throwing up like this. He didn't really smile for himself these days. Maybe it was all a mask, because he couldn't manage to be happy like this. He didn't know why. He just couldn't.

At first, Cam thought he was hallucinating when he let himself fall back on his bed. Hearing voices wasn't really familiar, though it happened sometimes. But these were just thoughts in his mind, just these things he couldn't help but hear. This was something else, new, and quite strange. Some of them seemed similar, closer than the others. It seemed as if they were everywhere. He rubbed his eyes for a second, before sitting up, almost afraid. He knew these voices. He knew these laughs.

His parents... Aphy too. But they just looked disappointed. Yet they laughed. They laughed at him. And it was true, he could feel it, it wasn't just his imagination. Like a small boy ashamed of what he did, he brought his legs closer to his torso, curling into a ball. So these laughs could stop. Maybe they were genuine. Maybe the people in this picture of his last birthday party were just laughing because one of them said a joke. Maybe the child he once was laughed at his father, and the things he told him about these flowers he loved so much. All of these maybes... Yet he couldn't trust them. He couldn't trust his own mind. And he felt tears rolling down his cheeks because he thought he knew exactly what this was all about. He thought he knew everything, lost little boy. Angel without wings.

His smile wasn't genuine anymore. He grew up, like any other kid would. Everyone still saw him as child though. But he grew up the very first time he pushed two fingers down his throat to make himself throw up. He grew up the moment he felt so full he could burst. Full of feelings he just wanted to ignore, he just wanted to make disappear. Full of all these things his parents repeated to him as a kid, and these things stuck. And one of the pictures, oh, probably one of the oldest he kept started talking. Himself, as a child, long, way too long ago. This picture usually smiled, as if nothing bad ever happened in this world. But not now. It finished laughing. The boy in the picture just looked disappointed. "You're fat. Why are you fat? You shouldn't eat so much all the time... Mommy would be disappointed if she saw you like this." Camden, the real one, not the old picture shook his head, as if refusing to listen. Burying his face in a pillow. He couldn't cry. He shouldn't cry. Aphy would be home soon. King too. What would they say if they saw him like this. What would they think? That he was stupid. Worthless of any kind of attention. It was obvious. That he could never be beautiful if he was so fat.

But then again he just purged. And the photograph in its frame kept talking and talking and talking. Cam felt as if hours went like this, before he finally through his pillow on the little boy he once was. Sobbing silently, he cried out, probably too loudly "Shut up. Shut up!" And the picture laughed again, even as the glass of the frame broke. It kept laughing, and Cam couldn't do anything. He got up, only to throw it out of his room. This one and all of them. All of the pictures, broken frames in the hallway. And he did as he once did, so long ago, as a kid, ashamed because of a mistake he made. Ashamed because he was too weird, too different to be understood sometimes.

He just locked himself in his room, hid under his bed, curled in his covers. Where no one would ever think of looking. He knew his forehead, and maybe his whole body would be bruised when he'd get up. But he didn't care. He just wanted to hide from the consequences. Hide from his problems, and how much he hated himself, his body, and this stupid addiction to grilled cheese. How much he hated feeling sometimes. And so he hid, because he knew no other solution. Because he was too lost to think of anything but hiding from his own thoughts.

#simsrpg prompt1 #catch me im falling #prompt #tw: bulimia #tw: eating disorders #tw: fat shaming

[camdengrilledcheese]

Nah. Pants are the thing that bother me to be honest. They suck. You should try sometime.

If anyone's looking for me

I guess I’ve never run into someone like you, minus the fact that I’ve lived here my entire life. I’m trying to understand why someone would just walk out without pants on. Doesn’t that… bother… you?

#convo: case

[camdengrilledcheese]

I don't know where you come from, but this doesn't work in here? No because... I kind of... Always go out like this. And no one ever told me no, you won't buy things. That's weird man.

If anyone's looking for me

Ever heard of that whole.. ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service’ rule? You’re probably not going to be able to get bread. 

#convo: case

[camdengrilledcheese]

Maybe I don't like clothes? And I've got boxers. 

If anyone's looking for me

To save random people’s eyesight?

Just a thought, maybe everyone doesn’t want to see your junk, man.

#convo: case

[camdengrilledcheese]

Hm. What's the point?

If anyone's looking for me

You… should probably put pants on.

#convo: case

[camdengrilledcheese]

If anyone's looking for me

I'm going out for a walk! Need to buy some bread.

#in his boxers yes #sims starter

[camdengrilledcheese]

I don't know who can't? I mean, I don't need much to be happy. My grilled cheese and flowers, so... Maybe that's why I don't actually need money. Oh really? Well. She's mine and only mine. And forever.

I like the way you think. Not everyone can afford to think that way though. I may have met her recently. 

#convo: maddox

[camdengrilledcheese]

I don't do things for money anyways, that's lame. Like, either you do something you love because you love it, or you don't do something you don't want to do. It's better like this. And, uh, yeah, she's my sister?

That’s even better then if you do it for fun. Aphy? Sounds familiar. 

#convo: maddox

[camdengrilledcheese]

Why not?

Denny! That’s bad. We don’t eat people.

#convo: aphy

[camdengrilledcheese]

Here you go.

I like you.

#s: richard #yummy #submission

[camdengrilledcheese]

Exactly. Wow, you're smart!

Is this your way of asking me to make you one?

#convo: richard #yummy

[camdengrilledcheese]

I could do it for you?

We don’t eat people. It’s bad.

#convo: aphy

[camdengrilledcheese]

Uh... Eat these guys and take their money?

… What do you want me to do, Cam?

#convo: aphy

[camdengrilledcheese]

I don't like earplugs. I don't like these guys.

*blushes* Shut up. We weren’t that loud. I’ll get you ear plugs if you stop complaining. It’s my job, Cam. I have to do it.

#convo: aphy

[camdengrilledcheese]

Yeah. Well other stuff need to stop being so loud, I can sleep anywhere and no matter how loud... People can be, but you woke me up Friday. Don't do that again.

Yes!

Oh shut up. I was busy… doing other stuff.

#convo: aphy

[camdengrilledcheese]

Sounds like we have a deal. 

I knew you'd forget anyways, I bought something for you already.

Anything you want. Grilled cheese with wine that you wanted? Please??

#convo: aphy

[camdengrilledcheese]

aphyneedspixelbutts replied to your post: CAM! IT’S FATHER’S DAY. CRAP. WE NEED TO GET SOMETHING FOR DAD. NOW!

AND YOU DIDN’T REMIND ME? Fuck you… Can we please say we both bought it? Pretty please?

I dooooon't know. I'm not suuuure. What will you give me in return?

#aphyneedspixelbutts #convo: aphy