Ok this was originally a one shot that I wrote ages ago but I'm in a real weird mood at the moment and feel like re-writing it so that its better so…yea
ok this is kind of depressing and if you came here to read a soft, sappy, fluffy 'Smitchie' story your in the wrong place XD please Review and tell me what you think XD
Another day
Mitchies POV
Why do we all do the things that hurt us most, the things that cause us, the most pain?
That very pain, that will never, EVER, completely heal itself.
No matter how hard you try to bury it or move on…
Drugs don't numb the pain, alcohol doesn't numb the pain, but, replacing it with another pain, well…
This pain I am talking about is none other than that gut wrenching, heart ache type of pain, more commonly known as a 'broken heart'.
I have suffered one to many of those in my short lived life.
I thought going to camp rock would fix everything. Camp Rock is my dream camp, I have wanted to go there since forever. I thought it would help me forget about the past and just move on to bigger and better things but, no, it turned around and bit me in the ass.
Every relationship I have been in, I have screwed up myself.
I am fully aware, that every time I am broken hearted, sitting on the bathroom floor, with that blade I know all too well now that I know deep down it's always my fault.
I always bring the pain, on myself.
The only reason I got into Camp Rock was because my mum was the cook, not because I had any money or talent.
I was ashamed of myself, my mum, my past, my everything!
So...
I lied, to the whole camp.
But we all lie.
We all make mistakes.
Nobody is perfect…
I hurt the last guy I ever wanted to hurt, the only guy I had ever truly loved and the only person to ever have loved me for me.
but when he found out I lied, to him and the entire camp. I saw a large range of emotions flicker through his deep brown eyes.
hurt, betrayal, disgust, anger, hatred.
But the emotion I saw, the emotion that hurt me the most.
Regret.
He told me himself, that he hated me.
He regretted ever meeting me, ever knowing me and certainly ever loving me.
So now, once again, I am sitting on the bathroom floor with my blood stained blade, heart broken and crying my eyes out.
This is the last time I will get my heart broken.
If I keep inflicting this pain on myself.
I may as well end all the pain myself.
No Ones POV
"Mitchie! Mitchie! I'm sorry! I overacted! I didn't mean any of those things! Mitchie will you open the door. Please! I-I love you" Shane cried before barging in to the small cabin bathroom to see a bloody, dying Mitchie lying on the floor.
"No! no Mitchie please! I'm sorry! don't leave me now! I need you!" Shane screamed, dropping to his hands and knees before Mitchie.
Cradling her in his arms, he cried, his body wrenching with sobs. Drenching her, already blood soaked shirt, in his, own heart broken tears.
No matter how hard Shane cried, screamed, apologised, hugged, sung or told her how much he loved her.
It wouldn't bring Mitchie back to him. Ever.
She was never coming back.
His broken, perfect, misunderstood angel would never be his again.
And deep down, Shane knew that. So, instead, he too grabbed the, now, bloody blade.
Knowing he couldn't live another day with out Mitchie,
another day of Heart ache,
another day of shame.
knowing he brought the love of his life to her death.
So he, himself, will not live another day.
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So I know there wasn't much difference in this one then the first version but it makes me feel better ok lol
So what did you guys think?!? XD please review and TELL ME! lol I want peoples opinions and criticism! lol XD
xoxo
~KT~