Shawn Mendes Imagines

Down To Find

Why is this happening to me, to my friend. Poor, Cameron. I can't think of one reason someone would go and KILL him. I paced back and forth on the hill I placed myself to keep calm. All the feelings were rushing through my body and I could feel the tears welting up inside me. They wouldn't come out. I just stood there dried up and sad. I looked around tugging at my hair. No, it wasn't tears, it was anger. I was heated. Cameron was not only this boy that I liked and had a thing with, he had a family and friends who adored him and some fucking asshole goes and ruins his life. That's not okay. I ran home to figure out what I was gonna do. The wind blowing through my hair as I sprinted home. The police aren't gonna do as much as I thought they would. I went through some things Cameron's mom gave me for safe keeping. It was Cameron's yearbook from last year, some phone numbers, and old pictures. I saw one of him and I hanging out by the campfire. I took the picture smiling at it. I hung it up above my bed enjoying hot perfect he was. I got a text message, probably from Shawn.

Unknown Number: you're looking for the wrong stuff darling :)

"what the hell?" i asked myself. 

I tried to call it but it sent me to voicemail. They called me back and all I heard was loud panting. 

"Who is this?" I asked rudely.

"Hello, y/n" It said in voice I could not recognize.

I began to panic looking around my room frantically. I grabbed my trophy, locking my door, and closed my curtains.

"Was it you who killed Cameron?" I asked.

"Wow, such a genius" 

"I can't believe this, some crazy psycho-"

"Want answers? Meet me by the old bowling alley at 2:00 am, don't bring anyone with you"

The line went dead. I have to do this, for Cameron.