Chapter 1: The New Mitchie
Chapter Summary: Meet the New Mitchie. Dark, Heartless, Mitchie. She thinks no one cares, but she is deadly wrong. Shane cares. He just doesn't know it.
Chapter 1: The New Mitchie
Mitchie Torres walked out on the cold ground. It was cold, but she didn't remember it being cold before. Suddenly, a something moved against her foot, almost slimy or wet? She looked down to see blood running across her ankle. Her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment. Then out of the blue, screaming was heard. But, she didn't know where. Louder and louder it came then abruptly stopped. She looked around her to see nothing. Camp disappeared. Gone. From the darkness came a being. 'Who? Where did he come from?' thought Mitchie. A sharp pain rushed through her and…She woke up, sweat running down her face, onto the already soaked mattress. She looked around her to find herself in the cabin she shared with her mom. She just fell asleep, after her lie being exposed and all.
"Wow, I feel like shit," was all that came out of her mouth. But, she didn't feel right. Darkness seemed to still be consuming her, suffocating her. She felt like she was drowning in her lies, falling down into the darkness, never to live again. Ever since her lie's truth was told, Shane had been ignoring her. Mitchie soon grew hungry, so she stood and looked through her clothes. And there, hiding under her shirts was a knife, a thin little knife with dry blood on it. She rolled up her sleeve and…SLASH! Another cut to add to the many others. The bleeding, the pain disappeared with it. Drip Drop, blood soaking the floor. She made a promise that whenever she had a nightmare, she would cut her wrist, to show how weak she was. Weak, ha, it was becoming the only word in her vocabulary. She cleaned the cut and walked out to the Mess Hall to get some lunch.
As she entered the Mess Hall, all eyes turned to her, most staring, others, glaring. (HA, I MADE A RHYME!) She ignored the other campers and went to grab her food. Today they were having tacos. She grabbed a shell when someone pushed her forward. She looked to see non-other than Connect 3's Shane Gray, or to her, the man she loved. But, of course he didn't notice her, nobody ever noticed the real Mitchie. He looked straight at her face, glaring. By now, all the glaring was pissing her off,
"WHAT, YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY!" yelled Mitchie, glaring icily at Shane, who looked taken back by her new attitude. So he did best, stayed quiet, making Mitchie annoyed, "That's what I thought." And with that she walked away, her appetite leaving her. So, she just dumped the food in the trash and left the Mess Hall, knowing perfectly well, Shane was starring at her every move.
(Shane's POV)
O.K., that is defiantly weird. A cold stare, yeah I expected that, but did she have to yell. Well, I guess I deserved it…Hey WAIT! She's the one who lied! And what was with that long sleeved shirt, maybe she's hiding something. Like a tattoo or a cut. Anyhow, I will find out.
(End of Shane's POV)
(With Mitchie)
Mitchie returned to her cabin after blowing up at Shane. 'Why'd I do that? Oh, man he probably now hates me.' thought Mitchie reaching in her bag for her knife, which stained the clothes with a little blood that was left on the knife. She took the knife and…SLASH! Another cut, for all the pain she had caused, this cut would show it, blood dripping down her arm, onto the wooden floor. To her, cutting was like a drug that takes away the pain. She cleaned the knife and threw it back into her bag not bothering to cover it with clothes, and then she cleaned the cut, making sure it left a scar. A knock came from the door. She opened the door to see... Shane standing there,
"What do you want?" she asked in monotone with a hint of icy, making him wince a little.
"I came to check on you," he replied. For a moment her lie was forgotten.
"I'm fine, now leave. I don't feel like getting yelled at for my mistake," And with that she slammed the door in his face, making him give the biggest shocked expression he had ever. The girl he likes no loves, just slammed the door in his face. Wow, she must hate me, thought Shane, walking ever so slowly away. He was still determined to find out her secret, but now, he would put the search on hold for tomorrow.
-The next morning-
Mitchie woke up to pain throbbing through her hand. She had a pale color on her face and her hair was everywhere. She had classes today, but she would skip them. Heck, she was so tired she skipped meals, too. Not that anyone would notice, thought Mitchie, closing her eyes to sleep. Soon she was asleep, unknown to her; someone was watching her, a worried look on their face. The person closed his eyes, and walked away, thinking of that morning and the new Mitchie.
-End of First Chapter-
Well, there's the first chapter. This totally came out of writer block. Sorry to those who wanted a new chapter for Love: The Art of Battle. I still need people to audition and I'm still thinking about how the first chapter will go. Thanx for reading, I will update depending on if I get reviews.