AN: I don't own anything. J

There are times in life where you just want to disappear into thin air. Times where all the hurt and pain catches up with you. Times when you turn desperate for anyone to understand. But no one would ever understand better than the one and only Camille Roberts.

Camille's POV:

I envied everyone. They just go on with their everyday lives getting upset over the smallest of things. No one understands me. Sometimes I just feel like ending it all- but I can't because the little good in my life gives me the strength to live and enjoy the little things in life. No one knows about my past and I don't plan on telling them anytime soon. It haunts me everyday but I mask it under my crazy act. It hurts me to slap others but I can't trust anyone. The only ones I do are my friends- the boys of Big Time Rush, Jo, and Stephanie. I can be myself around them- not put up an act, but not even they understand what I go through everyday.

"Camille, hey Camille! What's wrong?" startled, I look up only to find my wonderful boyfriend, Logan, looking at me worriedly.

"Huh?" I replied, not realizing that I had drifted off. Shaking my head, I replied, "I- nothing. Let's just start unpacking." Recently, Logan and I moved in together (still in the Palmwoods) and the guys have been coming over everyday to help.

"No," before I could protest, the next thing I knew was that I was being picked by my waist and thrown onto my bed.

"Logan Mitchell! Why would you do that? Our house is a mess- we need to clean it up!" I half joked playfully slapping his shoulder.

"I don't know, maybe because we could do this," then he leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. He cups my cheek lightly with his hand as I rest my hand on his firm chest.

"Maybe the unpacking can wait," I murmured into the kiss.

"I thought so."

"How about we watch a movie?" I asked.

"Sounds like a plan."

While watching the movie, I couldn't help but feel my heart drop. On the screen was a girl, beautiful with every luxury she could imagine, but was so ungrateful. She was upset over the fact that she was grounded and couldn't go to a party of a classmate. I looked away, disgusted at the fact that she had the nerve to be ungrateful while people in the world had REAL problems. Major problems- ones people can't imagine. I cuddled up closer against Logan, knowing he wouldn't mind and tried to get some sleep. This was the first time Logan and I were sharing a bed and I wanted to forget all about my trouble for once.

I quickly pecked his cheek and bid him "good night" before I let sleep overcome me. Unfortunately for me, I forgot all about my nightmares and the fact that I talk in my sleep.

Logan's POV:

I look down at my sweet girlfriend. Something was off about her today- something she was hiding from me. She wasn't her usual happy self, something was eating her up inside and I hope she tells me soon. That's something I love and hate about her. She acts so strong in front of everyone that she doesn't let anyone see her break down. I love her so much and I hope she trusts me enough to tell me what's going on. I bent down and gave her a kiss on her head and laid down. Little did I know, I was in for a rude awakening.

AN: I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I would like to give a shout-out to poeticjustice13 and 21Soccer-Diva21. Even if they don't know it, they were inspirations for this story. This story idea was mine and I didn't intentionally copy off anyone. If I did, I apologize but just know that I came up with this idea not anyone else.