Chapters will get longer as the story progresses, but atm, I want to leave you on as many cliffies as possible, to see if anyone can guess what is wrong with Mitchie.
Summary: After leaving Camp Rock, Mitchie's life changed dramatically, yet not for the better. When she returns to the camp the following year, she is not the only one affected by the past, but all her CR friends and even Brown are concerned for her welfare. What could possibly happen? And will Jason get his birdhouse? Smitchie, Naitlyn and Jella.
Rating: M – for references to disturbing natures, and possible sexual content.
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It felt so right to be back in his strong arms. I didn't want to remove myself from them, even though I knew I had to go back to the Mess Hall before Opening Jam, seeing as I was performing, and informing people of the need to keep a fair distance away from me. It was then that it dawned on me that I was allowing myself to be touched – yes, I know, major mood swings here.
"Shane, let go of me," I cried out, fighting against his tight grip on my body. When he didn't let up, I struggled even more, feeling as if the camp was closing in on me, overpowering my senses and trying to make me pass out.
"Please Shane," I whispered, slumping into his arms as my vision blackened.
SPOV
What happened to the beautiful, carefree Mitchie I knew last year? I thought as I hurried towards the kitchen, Mitchie in my arms as I sought out her mother.
"I'm sorry Mitch," I whispered, kissing her head in regret that I didn't let her go when she asked me to. I burst through the kitchen doors, scaring the living daylights out of Connie; scaring her even more when I asked her to come to Brown's cabin with me.
"What happened Shane? What did you do to my little girl?" Connie wailed hysterically, sprinting ahead and opening the door for me as a confused Brown looked on in shock from inside his cabin.
"I don't know. She ran into her cabin, away from Caitlyn after screaming at her, then hurtled back out after having a shouting match with herself inside. I tried calming her down, which worked for awhile, but she panicked and passed out," I said quickly in one breath as I laid the altered Mitchie on my uncle's bed.
"Is this one of her symptoms Connie?" Brown asked in his thick accent, giving Connie a knowing look.
"Symptoms? What's wrong with Mitchie?" I inquired, worry lacing my voice. I hope nothing is wrong… I want to tell her the truth this year.
"I'd rather not tell you Shane, in case Mitchie doesn't want it known. But she's very down at the moment, hence the change of appearance, and she doesn't like bringing up the past, not even memories of camp last year. Can I trust you not to provoke her, and to keep an eye on her during classes?" Connie asked, wiping her tears away and stroking her daughter's hair lightly. I nodded my response, not able at this time to trust my voice, when I noticed that her arm was covered in a bandage, which was being soaked with blood. There was only one thing that I could think of which involved bandages around wrists.
"Oh Mitchie, what have you done?" I whispered, tears leaking unnoticed from my eyes as I kissed her arm just above where the bandage stopped.
"What was needed to be done," a soft voice replied from above me, and the tears fell slightly more rapidly.
MPOV
Did I really just admit to Shane that I thought I should rid the world of myself? I can't tell him what's really been going on, not yet.
"Are you okay Ms. Torres?" Brown asked, my eyes looking round the room to find myself in a cabin similar to Mom's last year, with both Brown and my mother present.
"I guess," I shrugged, sitting up and stepping slowly from the bed. "How long til Opening Jam?"
"Just about now I think sweetie. I can hear Dee getting excited from here," Mom replied with a light chuckle. I pulled my arms around my body, nodding my thanks to Brown and Mom as I left the cabin, Shane hot at my heels.
"I'm sorry for not listening to you earlier, when you asked me to let go. If I had just done what you asked me to -"
"I wouldn't want to do this," I replied, a small half-smile forming as I took Shane's left hand in my right.
"Is there a smile in there for me?" A girlish voice asked beside us. I whipped around and saw an almost panic stricken Caitlyn, and I couldn't help the outpour of words that spilled from my lips.
"I am so beyond sorry Cait. I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I thought with what you helped me through you'd be able to understand that I would have changed drastically and that I wouldn't be the same Mitchie I was last year. It's impossible for me to even think about the things that -" I broke off as Caitlyn pulled me into a hug, my hand never leaving Shanes.
"It's okay Mitch. I should have known," Caitlyn replied, gesturing for us to follow her as she went on her way to the Mess Hall.
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"So we've seen the delightful Lola perform, and now to follow her up, Mitchie Torres!" Dee announced as I made my way through the crowd. As I approached her to collect the microphone, I could hear whispers floating through the audience, saying things like "is that the same Mitchie" and "she's changed". Some were even calling me a trend follower, seeing as I was decked head to toe in black. Well, all except my stark white bandages, but I couldn't give a fuck what people were mustering up about what was hidden beneath.
"Before I start, I want to clear a few things up. I don't care how bitchy I sound, how rude I may be, or how stupid I may look, but if anyone touches me at this camp, or asks about my past year, I will not forgive them. I will unleash hell, and believe me, hell is too simple a word to describe what I do." I announced with a smirk, catching a few of the campers off guard with my bluntness. "But anyways, on with my song."
It's
these crowded places which kill the best It's a
flash of emotions, a spark of their fears These girls are
soon found It's a flash of emotions, a
spark of their fears No-one knows who they truly
are It's
a flash of emotions, a spark of their fears Oh
those shimmering seas, those shimmering seas, those shimmering sea
of…
They're provocative,
they're musty, they're full of the girls
Who give themselves to
any passing stranger
Not a care in the world for the subsidiary
life
Not a care in the world for a wonderful life
Inside the hall of their
dreams
It's a pinch of love, and a small shake of regret
That
light the way to the shimmering seas of Hell
And they soon feel the consequences
But they never
know how to perceive
How to prepare for a battle, prepare for a
fight
Until they're finished
Inside the hall of their dreams
It's a
pinch of love, and a small shake of regret
That light the way to
the shimmering seas of Hell
They just want to be seen as huge superstars
But they never
realised it would come to this
They say that ignorance is bliss,
but it goes both ways
In a battle to find
The one who can save
the place
The one with a mind that can deceive even the best of
people
And loves the whole world
Who lets there be
Inside the hall of
their dreams
It's a pinch of love, and a small shake of
regret
That light the way to the shimmering seas of Hell
I finished my performance, looking out into the packed Mess Hall to see a hundred shocked faces staring back at me. I was ultimately pleased with myself that I could show I wasn't just a pop kid.
"Why don't you go cut yourself emo!?" A female voice screamed from the masses. I instantly recognised it as the voice of one major bitch, Tess Tyler.