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Mitchie sat in the rain…on the edge of a small cliff. It was small but not small enough that she would recover from the fall if she fell, or jumped for that matter. Her legs were dangling over the edge and she took deep breaths. She been here before and the visits were becoming more and more frequent. It had been two years since Camp Rock, one year since her life started falling apart. She was losing everything.

It had been one year ago her dad had left, abandoned her and her mom. They were forced to move to a smaller house in a different town and her mom had to take up two jobs to pay the bills. Her mom was never home anymore and even when she was she wasn't really there. At least not emotionally or mentally, that part of her mom had left when her dad left. She just didn't care anymore, about Mitchie, about anything.

Obviously her mom wasn't really thinking about cooking or food shopping and Mitchie had no money to buy food and even if she did she couldn't cook. She was down to one meal a day during the week, lunch at school. On weekends she had nothing and was slowly wasting away, getting thinner and thinner everyday, not by choice.

The rumor around school was she had an eating disorder. She couldn't really discourage this rumor because no one talked to her. She had just moved to this town after her dad left and instead of her one friend at her old school she had none here. No one made an effort to get to know her and she wasn't really up for making friends at this point, though she needed them desperately, she needed someone to care.

Her hands shook and tears ran down her face. She couldn't stand it, the torture of knowing no one cared. That's why she came out here every night in hopes she'll finally get the courage to her pain, her suffering.

"Thinking about jumping?" She heard someone say behind her. She didn't look at him when she answered. She looked over the edge still trying to build up the courage to just jump. Whoever it was would probably just try and stop her anyway.

"Yeah." She said nervously. She felt him sit down beside her but still didn't look at him. She didn't want whoever it was to try and stop her. They would show concern but they wouldn't really care. That's what she needed someone to truly care not show concern.

"Me too." The guy said quietly. That intrigued her, surprised her even. Someone else was going through something similar, going through the same struggle. She looked at him and felt a jolt of shock go through her body. He was the last person she expected to see here, to want to jump. Her ex-boyfriend. Shane Gray.

a/n: Ok I know I should be working on the last chapter of heartbroken and I am! But I got inspired to write this totally random I know! But I just had to write this! Is it good? Should I continue? Review!