I didn't even know what was really happening until she slammed the door shut.

Got in her car.

And never looked back.

2 years later I'm sitting next to someone I don't want to be next to.

But Tess.

Now Tess, she made everything go back to the ways before Camp Rock.

Storming off sets, arguing with my band mates.

I no longer cared.

But Mitchie.

Mitchie, was able to dig deep enough to find who I really was.

The songs, the actual love.

I wanted that so bad.

I look over to my side and see an angry Tess.

She huff, gets up, and starts to say something.

I don't bother to listen.

I see her, the platinum blond with no talent whatsoever.

Its so hard for me to tell you how much I detest her.

Her lips move but I hear no voice.

She mouths.

"Fuck you,"

And leaves.

Slamming the door behind her.

Getting in her car.

And doesn't look back.

Just like Mitchie had.

But.

This time, there is no feeling of my heart being torn out of my chest.

No feeling of the world crashing.

Yet, the feeling of sadness manages to rear its ugly head.

Depression, beyond sadness.

But.

I'm not one to go dragging a knife across my flesh.

But.

I can tell you how many times I've wanted to.

But.

I don't, of course.

Self control, my friends.

I remember the days I was always happy.

Those were when Mitchie would just walk into my home unannounced.

Give me a smile.

A kiss.

Sometimes.

At night.

When I'm lying in bed.

Staring up at the ceiling.

I wonder.

What if she still was here?

What if she were by my side?

What if I had royally fucked up?

But then I remind myself.

She isn't coming back.

I haven't.

Seen.

Heard.

Read.

Anything from or about her.

She's long gone.

But.

Still I find myself.

Hoping.

Wishing.

Pleading.

That she will one day come back.

Knock on my door.

And tell me that she still loves me.

But.

I know it won't happen.


I know! It sucks beyond sucking capacity! It was my first try at these kinda things. I'll try to do better, I promise. Tell me your thoughts in a review.