Pain ripped through her body as she slammed her hard on the hard tile of the floor. Her tear stained face slid easily on the tile as another cry rang out. Standing up and looking at her self in the many mirrors of the ballet studio she threw her boot at one mirror. Walking over to it she saw the crack that ran up and down the entire height of it. Seeing her running make up and red face she picked up the boot again and smashed the mirror, stepping back as the shards fell all over the ground. Walking back to the middle of the room, where she had been laying, she picked up the pieces of paper that had started all this. One was a doctor report, from a clinic near the camp. She had been feeling really sick and decided to go have a doctor look at her. She thought it was stupid they made every young girl take a pregnancy test, but it seemed that was the problem. The next was a letter from her parents. Right after she found out she wrote them, they weren't happy. In the letter it pretty much said that she would be on her own when camp was over, she was to get her stuff and live on her own. Lastly there was the one from the daddy, of the baby. He didn't believe that it was his. He claimed that she probably slept all over camp and it was someone else's. Throwing the letter at the broken mirror she went in her messenger bag, got out a pen and paper and wrote a letter. When she was done she put it in an envelope, wrote his name on it, and taped it to the brown back of where the mirror was. Picking up a big shard of glass, she went and sat down across from the note. While staring at it, she said one last good bye.

When they found her, she was still clutching the piece of glass so hard, that it was cutting into her fingers, like she cut a dozen lines on her left wrist. Upon finding the letter, it was given to him, and he read it.

Dear Shane,

First off I will start with saying I love you. I did from the first time you took my hand in yours. I loved you enough to give my kisses, my love, and my virginity to. You were my first and my only time making love, which I thought we were doing, but I guess to you I was just fucking. The baby I was carrying inside of me, I wanted to bring up with you, but once again, I was wrong in thinking you felt the same way. I wasn't going to give it up, even after my parents told me to get the fuck out of their house, my friends all deserted me, and giving up on my dream. And you know why, because I love you, it was going to be all for you, just for you. But you didn't love me, and you didn't even believe this baby was yours. You had that little of faith in me. Well this is good bye, I gave up my everything for you, and my life was all I had left to give. And now its yours too.

Love,

Caitlyn Geller.

There wasn't a night after that letter that Shane didn't cry him self to sleep. In the end he couldn't take it any more. They found him one morning with a cut just like hers. On the wall behind him, written in blood was a message.

"I love you, Caitlyn"

ANANANANAN

Ok I know the ending is a little crappy and its like sad, but that's the kind of mood I'm in at the moment. I hope you all enjoyed it anyway.