Happy. The one emotion Mitchie Torres hasn't been feeling for a while. Her parents have noticed her smile missing; her friends have made numerous attempts to make her to talk to someone. But each time she shakes her head and walks away. Four months ago, her life was the complete opposite. She had perfect grades, a great relationship with her parents and a strong and steady relationship, and boom. Just like an explosion going off in her chest, she felt a sharp pain where her heart use to be. Every time she thought back to that night, she would cry uncontrollably. Most times she wouldn't be able to stop, she just continued until she fell asleep. There was only one problem; she had no one to help her. Nobody knew exactly what happened, and why every time it was brought up, she would run away. All her friends were currently giving her concerned looks, trying to bring her back to reality. Mitchie had just realized the tears had fallen from her eyes, and almost as if she magically zapped herself out of there, she was gone.

Mitchie's POV

I had to keep driving. It didn't matter if I didn't stop; I just had to get away. Everything in that town reminded me of him. More tear spilled down my face as I tried to focus on the road. I then spotted the one place I had been looking for. The one place that could make my somewhat depressing life just a little bit joyous again. Camp. Ofcourse, that's where I met him, but here, the memories didn't make me break down, they made me smile. I wondered around for a while until I decided to take refuge on the dock. I heard footsteps, but I didn't bother turning around, I knew who it was.

"Mitchie?" his voice was so cautious, so careful.

"How did you find me Nate?" I knew the answer to that already though.

"I come here sometimes to, it reminds me of him aswell." For the second time today, I broke down in tears. I soon felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me, rubbing my back. For about 30 minutes I just cried, I didn't talk, I just cried.

"I miss him so much." I said after I pulled away.

"We all do Mitch, I know how your feeling" oh, there was so many things wrong with that statement.

"Do you really? Were you there when he was killed? Did you see the one person you need to live get shot right in front of your eyes? No Nate, you didn't! And all I could do was stand there and watch him fall to the ground, I could've saved him, he could still be alive if I wasn't so stupid! It's all my faul…"

"Don't say that! None of this is your fault! What happened was tragic I know, but there is nothing more you could've done! Please Mitchie, stop blaming yourself." He inched closer to me, placing his arm comfortingly around my shoulders. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed.

"He's always here you know? He's watching over us right now, just believe…" With that he walked away, leaving me on my own. But for some reason, I didn't feel alone. I felt a presence, as though someone was with me. I guess Nate was right, Shane was still here…..

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Sucks don't it? I was bored and in a really suckish mood so I wrote my first tragedy.