A/N : Ok, so I would like to give a little shout out to dustymew who inspired me to write this whole story and yes, it is multi-chapter. No clue how long it will be but I'm hoping to have it all finished up by August! So, give me some constructive criticism. Also! I'm looking for friends for Mitchie so yes, you too could be in this story! Basically I just need a name and a personality as well as a brief appearance description. Thanks all, I hope you like it!
Fame came at a cost much different from what Mitchie had thought. She wasn't allowed to do anything she wanted anymore, just listen to what your producer says and go along whether you like it or not, but she wanted so badly to be known and this was how she was going to get it. There was no other way.
She had changed since Camp Rock, it had been years since she had talked to anyone she knew from the camp, sure she saw Connect Three at events, but they hadn't tried to talk to her and she had just breezed by them. She missed Shane and his company, but she just didn't know what she thought about that anymore. She didn't know what she thought about anything.
And Caitlyn, the one who had been most loyal wasn't even there anymore. This whole fame thing had just pushed her friend away. She hadn't meant to but she did. Caitlyn had tried to tell her to not do it, not cave to what they wanted but Mitchie was done being in the dark. She was going to show the world that she had talent.
She just wished that those party pictures hadn't gotten leaked. Her mom had seen them and now it was no more fun parties and concerts. Now she was stuck here, in this boring brown building without a hint of color anywhere. She wasn't a drug addict, she drank at parties because that's what people excpected of her and she'd only had sex with one guy. They had used protection and that had been months ago. She wasn't pregnant.
In her mind, she just didn't see anything wrong with herself. She had just been doing what the recod label had wanted her to, and she'd gotten what she wanted out of it so it couldn't hurt to go along with what they wanted, right? Apparently once you got landed in rehab, they didn't want you anymore, so now here she sat stuck in a building full of strangers and people trying to help her get over her 'addiction'. She hated it, they didn't know her or why she had done any of this.
Mitchie didn't think she fit in here, the other people here were the ones with the real problems, there was nothing wrong with her at all. She was determined to prove it, but that hadn't gone as planned and instead had gotten her put on more medicine that was supposed to help her as well as allowed to do less of what she wanted to.
Dully, she sat staring at the blank wall on her side of the room she shared with a crack head. The other girl had plastered her walls with posters and pictures of bands and her friends. Jasmine wasn't close to being cured, but she was the most sane person here. They got along most of the time and had conversations when Mitchie talked. Jasmine got why she had done the things she did, well from what Mitchie had told her. No one knew the whole store but herself and she wasn't going to trust anyone else with it. She refused, it was her personal business and they needed to get the hell out.
Her hair hung limp around her face, she couldn't remember the last time she had even bothered with a shower. It wasn't like she was trying to impress anyone here. She didn't even leave her room to do anything besides eat. Her laundry hadn't been done in a long time either, but no one had said anything about it so she refused to do any of it.
A bell rang throughout the whole facility letting everyone know that it was time for dinner. Stiffly, Mitchie stood up, joining the shuffling crowds as they headed toward the cafeteria. She hated everything about this place, but the thing she hated most about it was the strict schedule. She missed her old life when she could change her mind and go to do something else at any point in time without getting in trouble.
As usual, she ate alone and then returned to her room, exchanging her jeans for a pair of sweat pants and crawling into bed. Falling into the same false sleep she always did. It was drug induced and she didn't remember dreaming ever, but she never woke up feeling rested. Always like she had gotten only a few hours the night before and was drinking vast amounts of coffee to just stay on her feet.
The next morning though, was different. Her 'hall mom', the woman that volunteered to watch the girls in the hall and be their 'mom' while they were stuck here walked in and over to her bed, waking her up. "Mitchie sweetie, you're going to have visitors this afternoon, let's get you ready ok?" She said gently.
Mitchie had nothing against the woman, but she was coming between Mitchie and sleep which was always a bad idea. She didn't even crack an eye open before rolling back over and trying to fall asleep but that damn woman just wouldn't go away and leave her alone. Finally, Mitchie got the hint. She was required to get up now. Sluggishly she got out of bed and pulled off her sweats and put on jeans, turning to look the older woman defiantly in the eye. "I'm ready." She said coldy, her voice flat and emotionless. It had changed in the three years since Camp Rock, no longer holding a laughing edge or warmth it used to, but that was how the label wanted her to be so it was how she had changed.
"No, Michelle, you need to shower hun." The woman said kindly, pushing her toward the shower. Now Mitchie's usual emotion bared it's ugly face. "No, I don't fucking want to. Whoever it is I don't care about, no one cares about me anyway so why should I bother with how I god damn appear?" She snapped, her cold brown eyes flashing angrily.
The woman sighed as her walkie talkie let out some static before a voice came over it. "Shane Grey is here for Ms. Torres." Mitchie's eyes narrowed. "I'm not going to see him." She said flatly. He had just left her after she got signed. They had never officially gone out, but she still missed him horribly and he had stolen her heart. He didn't even know it. She shook her head. "I refuse."
