DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE COVENANT'S FORMER CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN CAMERON DANVERS. :
Who knew that I could be here at this very moment? Feeling so lost, happy, nervous, scared. I feel like I could go on for hours just trying to describe my emotions. My name is Cameron Danvers, and right now I am in a cab on my way to the house that I had forgotten for so long. Some people say that you can only run from your past life, but you can't hide. Well, those people are right, but if they had been through what I had, they would surely be wishing otherwise. I hadn't always been depressed; I was really happy when I was growing up with my brother, Caleb, my mom, and my dad. I wasn't ever mad at the fact that my dad was Using so much, he could've died. I didn't notice when I couldn't see him as much because of his dying body. I didn't even notice my mother begin to drink. To tell you the truth, I saw them just as much when they were happy.
They never really cared about me. Why would they? They had Caleb Danvers, the greatest son anyone could ask for, the mighty boy who would yield the power of the covenant. But I guess I couldn't blame them; I loved him more than I loved me too. He was a great brother, and I did regret running away for a while just because I missed his hugs. He always understood me and could almost always cheer me up when I needed it. He always knew what was up with me, and he made me feel like I was protected from the dangers of the world. I guess the pain of knowing that I didn't really have a future in Ipswich drove me further away.
Well, the thing about it is that Caleb had been maintaining good grades and keeping up with sports. He was fifteen, I was fourteen. Mom and dad weren't really much use around the house. I mean, I barely saw them. It was rare for dad to be out of the room at the time, and mom was hardly ever sober. Therefore, I tried to take control of our house. I tried to take care of mom, dad, the chores, the groceries, all of those things that nobody else had time for. This meant that I also had to keep up with my part-time job as a bus girl at Nicky's. I know, a fourteen year old shouldn't have been working at a bar, but hey, I needed the money and I knew people. As a result, my academics were flushed down the toilet. I had a passion for sports, but I didn't have time for them. Me and Caleb bother knew that I couldn't continue to live like this is my home town. We both knew it was better for me to just, disappear…
So, I did. I didn't even have the guts to say goodbye to anybody. I hopped a train to the next town, and the town after that, and the town after that. I didn't even know where I was or what day it was or anything when I had finally gotten off the sixth train into where I thought my new and permanent home would be. That place was called Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. I found the nearest homeless shelter and stepped onto the front step claiming that I had amnesia and that I didn't know how or when I had gotten there. Kind of like a modern day Anastasia, huh? Well they bought into it, and I was sent into a foster home until I, uh, regained my memory. Well there, with the Williams', is where I've stayed up until two days ago when my brother tracked me down and sent word that my father had died.
So here I am, in a cab, getting ready to step back into the world I used to loathe so much.
WELL THAT'S IT FOR NOW. I KNOW IT'S REALLY SHORT, BUT I PROMISE IT WILL GET LONGER AS IT PROGRESSES. PLEASE REVIEW!! I WANT TO KNOW HOW IT SOUNDS SO FAR???