A/N: Ok, so here's my new story, i was lying in bed last night and this just came to me and i had to write it, then and there at 2 AM so it may not be perfect. I'm already half way through chapter two so it will probably be up sometime this week. Even if you hate this please review, and please throw some ideas at me so i can make it more interesting for you guys. With that said, enjoy!

First and only Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards or Waverly Place or Camp Rock. They belong to the Walt Disney Company. All i own is the plot to this story.

Alex's POV

I'm sitting in a chair, staring at a clock, in detention on a Friday afternoon. I would usually have found some way to get out of it, but no. Here I am, sitting in a chair, staring at a clock, in detention. Detention with Mr. Laritate. Detention for something I didn't even do. I watch as the clock strikes 5 O'clock and I'm free to leave. I get up slowly and walk out of Mr. Laritate's office, tossing him the usual 'Cya Mr. Laritate' as I pass through the door. Usually I would use magic to quickly teleport home but today I just didn't see the point.

The walk home was long and boring, but I didn't care. It wasn't like there was much else I could be doing at home. In fact, I'd rather be walking home than to actually be home. Being home means that I have to listen to Justin brag about how perfect he is. It means I have to listen to Max blab on about his stupid ideas and most of all it means that I have to listen to my parents' constant nagging and ordering me around.

What annoyed me most of all was that they all seemed to be oblivious to it. They didn't notice that I didn't care. They didn't realize how pretentious and fake their lives were. But I did. I don't exactly know when I stopped caring, I just know that as time passed I got sick of the secrets and the lies.

My grades in school have actually improved, as I tend to study a lot more nowadays to pass the time. My parents see this as a good sign. They're happy that I'm focusing on my school work, but really they couldn't be further from the truth. The only reason my grades are improving is because I don't have the energy to rebel any more. I go through my life, day by day, eating, sleeping and studying. Nothing else. That would mean I cared.

Harper visits me sometimes, though not as often as she used to. Sometimes, when she takes a break from her constant rambling, she'll notice that I'm not my usual self. She even seems concerned for me. I'm grateful for her concern and it's nice to know that while everything else sucks, Harper is still Harper, but in reality it doesn't even matter. There's nothing she can do to change things. Things can't be changed.

This was just the way the world is. Wizard or Mortal, we're born, we live and then we die. End of story. All the extra parts in between are just feeble attempts to make it all more interesting, but when it comes down to it, it's all the same boring old shit. Day after day, week after week, and year after year.

I'm sitting on the bathroom floor, a razor in one hand. I'd just gotten in a huge fight with my parents and in the end I had just ran from the room. I was sick of the same routine happening over and over again. I needed something to change.

I'd heard before that when you're depressed and hurting like I am, one of the best outlets was cutting. Right now I was feeling like a piece of shit, so I figured what the hell? I may as well try it. So here I was, sitting on my bathroom floor with a razor blade in my right hand, trying to pluck up the courage to press it against my skin and let my troubles run free.

I did it.

I can say right now that what I heard was a complete load of bull. It didn't help. It didn't free me of all my worries. It just hurt, and now I was sitting here with two pretty deep cuts just above my wrist. The was a steady trickle of blood running over my hand. No, it didn't help at all. If anything is just made everything worse. Now I had myself to be angry with as well as everyone else in this fucking world.

I used to think that when I got older I could leave New York and travel the world, meeting new people and living life to the full. That was before reality caught up with me. Before I realized that everyone was the same. No one was different. Each and every human being on this planet was just a pathetic waste of energy. A farce. I used to think that somewhere there would be someone who could actually mean something. Someone who had a purpose in life. Someone who could open my eyes and show me that I was wrong; that there was a reason for living. I look back now and I realize how foolish and naïve I was.

I pick myself up from the floor, wash the blood from my hands and after rolling down the sleeves of my green V-neck sweater I leave the room. I see the tail end of Justin as he and his new girlfriend, Julia or something, disappear into his bedroom. I sigh before opening my bedroom door and entering. I look around my room. This is where the once great Alex Russo lived. I miss those days, but I know that what I had back then was fake. I'm better off like I am now. No pretences, just me. I cross the room and crawl onto my bed. I lie on my back, motionless and staring at the ceiling and before I know it, sleep takes me.

I'm warm, in a cosy kind of way. I smell a mix of strange scents in the air. Cherries, freshly baked bread and the summer air. I feel safe. I'm bathed in a soft light and every now and then I catch glimpses of deep brown eyes, or a huge grin, with the hint of a gap between the front teeth. I know that I am dreaming, and that I'll wake up soon. I've had these dreams before. They're different from other dreams. When I am in them I feel oddly conscious and aware, like I'm awake, but I'm not. The light continues to wash over me for what seems like a few more minutes, and I see that grin one more time before I feel myself waking up.

When I awaken from these dreams I usually feel happy and content. That is before I realise where I am and then that happiness comes crashing down again. I realise that the dreams are just that, dreams, and that they are irrelevant and just as unimportant everything else. I let out an audible sigh and turn my head to look at my clock on my night-stand. 04:05. Great. Now I'll have to lie here for hours until I can finally get up. There no chance of me getting back to sleep now.

The hours tick by and I eventually hear Justin going into the bathroom. I hear the shower running for a few minutes and then I hear the water shutting off and Justin leaving the bathroom, That's my cue. I drag myself from my bed and trek my way over to the bathroom. I strip off and get into the shower and I soon feel the hot water beating against my skin. I raise my face to the water. If there was anything I still enjoyed it was a nice hot shower, It allowed me to block everything else out and just relax without thinking. As time passes the water begins to get cold, so I decide to quickly wash myself before turning off the water and grabbing a towel. I must have been in the shower for over an hour, but it was a Saturday so it didn't matter.

When I get back to my room I get dressed into my usual black skinny jeans and I pull on the same V-neck that I had worn the day before, wincing as it passes over the cuts on my wrist. I could have removed the cuts with magic of course but I decided to leave them, to remind me of my stupidity. Now dressed I trudge downstairs to the living room, only to have my Mom come jogging up the spiral staircase from the substation.

"Alex honey, your dad needs you downstairs for the lunch rush, and don't even think about complaining, you've already taken too many hours off this week." My mom fixes me with a firm glare, so I just sigh, nod and make my way downstairs. Customers come and go over the next hour or two and I'm getting ready to hang up my apron and head back upstairs as the customers thin out. A few more customers place their orders and take their seats and I am about to leave when I hear the door opening again.

I glance up and let out an audible gasp at what I see. The girl standing in front of me has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She has long, brown hair and the deepest brown eyes. On her flawless face is a huge grin, with a slight gap between the two front teeth. The girl is talking over the phone and laughing at something the person on the other end has said. As I watch her she slowly comes toward the counter where I stand. As she nears she slowly raises her head and her eyes meet mine. I watch as her pupils dilate, all the color drains from her face and the hand holding her phone drops to her side. There are tears forming in her eyes and I don't know why. I'm about to ask her if she is okay when she lets out a shuddering breath before turning and running from the store.

I am left standing in my apron, confused and disorientated, but I quickly shrug it off. I'm used to strange things happening, why should this be any different? But as much as I tried not to care, I could still see the girls face as it fell. I could even feel the pain that I saw on her face before she ran.

I cared. For the first time in my life. I cared.

I know this chapter was pretty dull but chapter two brightens things up a bit, and Mitchie take a far bigger role in it! Point out any mistakes if you see them and please review, i love you guys!

- L.