Starts after that beach jam when Shane finds out Mitchie was lying. Just had a sudden story idea and had to write it down.

So behold.....

Chapter 1

Shane's stomach hurt. He couldn't believe this. Mitchie... she was lying all along.... Shane couldn't bear it. He sat on his bed tracing the week old scars on his wrist. Everybody thought Shane had been sent to Camp to clean up his attitude, but that was only half the story. Shane remembered locking himself in the bathroom. Barricading the door. Taking out his knife. He started by making some cuts. Deeper then normal. And Shane hated that there was a normal. But he couldn't stop. He could hear his brothers yelling outside for him to open the door. He brought the knife to his throat. The door burst open. He starts to feel woozy. Then everything was black. Next thing he knows he's in a mental hospital and his brothers are telling him that they're sending him away to Camp Rock to figure things out a bit.

Shane remembered the story, which made him feel even worse. He ran to the bathroom and bent over. The contest of his lunch spilled out. Shane wiped his mouth and leaned back against the cold wall. Night had fallen and the warmth of the day had disappeared. Shane looked up seeing the small portable mirror he had brought with him. He stood up and leaned against the sink, picking up the mirror. He looked at the glass for a second, and then punched it. The mirror broke at impact. Shards of glass pushed into his hand, but after all the cutting he had done, he was used to pain and barely felt it. But that was exactly it. He didn't want to feel anything. Nothing. No emotions, no pain. A robot.

Shane pulled pieces of glass out of his hand, dropping them in the sink. He grabbed the biggest piece of glass he could see. Looking at the wrist of his arm he pushed the sharpest edge in. Blood spurted, a dark red color. He dragged the piece along his smooth skin, breaking it open. He withdrew the glass and readied himself for the next cut.

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Mitchie lay on her bed. She refused to let one tear drop. She took all of her emotions and put them bottle. Never to be opened.

Mitchie felt like if someone just knocked on her door to loud or woke her up a minute early or accidently brushed her arm while passing that she would just break. The bottle would fall of the ledge she had placed it so high on. Emotions would pour out. No towel to clean it up.

Mitchie lost everything. Her friends, her popularity, and most importantly, Shane, who didn't quite fit into the friend section anymore. Mitchie hated being so delicate, and she couldn't let anyone know she was, particularly Tess.

Tess would never stop trying to push Mitchie farther though. She would want to break her. Not just break, snap her over and over again so the pieces were to small to put back together. Broken Mitchie.

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Tess smiled at her victory. Shane was all hers now. Better. He was broken, needing a shoulder to cry on and someone to comfort him. Tess would 'be there'. Who cares about Mitchie? Shane would never want her back after her big fat lie.

Fat. What Tess thought she was. Tess was running out of explanation for why her mother never paid attention to her. Tess thought if she maybe wasn't so fat, her mom would pay more attention to her. Tess bent over the toilet in the bathroom and stuck her finger down her throat. She had started doing it 2 weeks ago. Its was working. But to slow.

Maybe this is why her Dad left to. Because she's fat. She was 9. She deserved it. It was her fault her mom was so depressed. Because she was so fat her Dad left. Fat.

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So there is my start. I know, depressing. And short. But I really wanted to get the idea out.