The Lie Starts Here

"Cameron, stop!"

She didn't; she just kept running. She felt the hot tears run down her face, each step heavier than the last.

"Cameron."

And suddenly he was in front of her.

"Please."

The drift from the room didn't kick in when Alison Cameron woke up in a cold sweat. Her heavy breathing echoed throughout the room and Cameron couldn't stand it. The hollowness angered her and she wanted out of this dilemma. It was quite rare for her to hunger for the pain to subside. In her own special way. She laughed coldly as she did many nights such as this. When the nightmares haunted her every thought and the desire pounded in her heart.

She kicked the sheets and comforter off and slide easily off the bed. It's a perfect time to forget. Everything.

A small grin appeared on her face and as simple as it was to be normal Doctor Cameron it was even simpler to become this new alter ego that took over when she couldn't. Control was everything and when she was alone and could take that control she yearned for, she become a new person. Dark and scary even to her but each time she promised herself that she would get used to it. That soon she wouldn't feel anymore. That nothing could hurt her.

But she only wished that she couldn't have felt this pain two weeks ago.

She shrugged off the thought, shuddering. The bathroom was two more steps away and she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she pushed the door open. And there they were. Just as she had left them yesterday and the day before. Of course she was a doctor and knew how wrong it was but she couldn't resist the temptation. Laying before her were two small razors, scissors, and a large kitchen knife. She hadn't felt the urge to use the largest tool but knew when the time was right she would. Oh, in time she would need it for sure. Today wasn't as bad as the rest so she took the smallest.

And cut her hip lightly.

The hips were important as were her thighs, arms, and even below the collar bone, and a particular spot on her right breast. She was careful where she cut, planning out the direction, the pressure, and even the length. And she did it slowly, sometimes screaming in the process. It was unhealthy, she knew, but she couldn't help it.

She let out a sigh of relief and suddenly she could breathe better than before. It was times like this Cameron knew it was okay to break the rules a little. Just a little. She's try not to over do it because she was in control. She could rid the pain, she could make the pain leave, she could say when it needed to leave. She was in complete control. Control, that's all she wanted, since she could control nothing else. And it was a power she needed, she wanted. Alison Cameron felt high with power by simply cutting, and she enjoyed every single bit of it.

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"Where's Cameron?" Foreman questioned.

Chase shrugged.

"I guess she's a little late." He replied sipping on the horrible coffee Foreman made. Shaking his head Foreman opened his laptop. Indeed Cameron was usually the first one to PPTH.

"Cameron doesn't do late. She's Cameron." He explained typing away. Again Chase could only shrug.

"Maybe she's human after all."

"Cameron? Human? Now there's a true definition of an oxymoron, don't ya think?" House said, limping in the conference room. Cameron trailed in behind him.

"Cameron where were you? This coffee sucks and my mail isn't done." Foreman turned red with embarrassment.

"It's not that bad." He mumbled.

Cameron nodded.

"I'll get right to it." she said, avoiding any contact with her left hip. Last night she cut a bit deep on accident and bled right through her sheets but not enough to make her sick, just a bit light headed. She spent the morning tending to it.

House stopped dead in tracks and turned to her. "Really?" he asked. He looked around. "Are you sick?"

Cameron quickly looked up.

"Are you sick?"

It kept ringing in her ears and suddenly she was paranoid. He knows. She shook it off. Of course he doesn't, how could he?

"No just tired," she replied. House gave her one last look before forgetting what they were talking about and moving on to the case. She sighed. For once in her life Cameron was glad House was House. He would never find out her dirty little secret. She gave a small, quick smirk. Good.

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It was several hours later and Cameron couldn't sit still. It was a withdrawal, she had to do it again. She had to release, she had to cut. So here she was searching through the hospitals equipment trying to find anything sharp, and when she finally found a surgical knife she was on her way to the bathroom. It wasn't easy, sometimes, doing this but Cameron was careful. She kept reminding herself when she had her doubts, that she would remain in control and be careful.

But she sure as hell wasn't careful when she nearly collided with Wilson. The surgical knife fisted in her hand contacted with Wilson's arm for a second causing a small scratch to form. And as quickly as it happened they both were on the ground, Wilson in pain, Cameron in shock. She slipped the knife in her pocket while he was getting up. Soon Wilson forgot that he was cut, where he still wasn't sure, and trying the help Cameron up.

"Are you okay? Why the hell were you walking, almost running, so fast?" He asked in his brotherly tone. Cameron stood there for a second unable to think of any excuse. So she tried the truth.

"I had to use the restroom, badly." It took all her strength to stop her body from shaking. Before Wilson could say anything a sarcastic voice broke in.

"She's lying, she wants you, Wilson." House said, limping past the two. "Badly." And he was in his office. Wilson shrugged off House's randomness and turned back to Cameron, but she was gone.