(Wow! I was soo shocked by how many of you actually like this story! I didn't know how you would take to a slightly darker story. But since you guys liked the prologue so much I thought I would put up another chapter because you guys are soo awesome!! Ps Thank you soo much for correcting me on my spelling error of Mitchie's name! Enjoy!)

Where You Are Is Where I Want to Be

Camp Rock Fanfiction

By: IAMSOAP

Chapter 1: Falling In The Black

When Mitchie came to, she was very confused and scared.

Where am I?

She didn't recognise the room she was in at all.

.….

And where was that annoying beeping sound coming from?

Mitchie tried to sit up and have a look around but the moment she did she was hit with a wave a nausea and immediately laid back down. What the HECK was going on here?

That was when she remembered.

Flash! Mitchie and her mom where driving in the catering van…on their way back home from camp…and then there had been a semi…

Mitchie gasped and tried once again to sit up, this time shooting pains when up her right arm, and the room began to swim.

"What…?"

She looked down to see that her arm was in a brace as well as her left ankle, and then all at once she was hit with all the pain her body was feeling.

Everything was stiff and sore but her head felt like it would split in two.

Mitchie tried to calm herself down as the realisation hit her; she and her mom had been in a car accident, obviously she had survived with some injuries, but where was her mother? She looked around again but remained lying down, not wanting to have another dizzy spell.

She was alone.

Where was her mom? Was she all right? Had she been injured in the accident as well, or had she not-

'No!' Mitchie thought shaking the horrible possibility from her mind; her mom was fine, she was just…in another room.

'Calm down Mitchie! Do NOT jump to conclusions!' she thought to herself trying to calm herself down.

But Mitchie continued to panic and no matter how she tried she continued to think the worse possible explanation to why her mother wasn't in the room with her.

Her panicking grew worse and she began to go into shock.

Soon doctors were rushing in trying to calm Mitchie down, but either she wasn't listening or couldn't hear them.

So they did the only thing left to do, Mitchie was given a sedative soon her breathing slowed and her eyes began to droop.

"Mommy…" she whispered before she fell back in a restless unconscious.

~FallingintheblackSlippingthroughthecracksIdontthinkIcanevergobackFallinginsidetheBlack~

When Mitchie awoke a few hours later, she saw that this time someone was sitting next to her hospital bed. It was her family doctor, Dr. Taylor, and she had this somewhat sad expression on her face.

Seeing this Mitchie suspected the worse and tried to see up to ask her what the heck was going on and where her mom was!?

Again the room began to swim; and now that Dr. T noticed that Mitchie was up, placed a hand gently on her shoulder and pushed her back down.

"Try not to move sweetheart, you have a fractured arm and ankle, and also a mild concussion. I just need to ask you a few questions, to make sure there is no terminal brain damage. Is that okay with you?" Dr. T asked.

Mitchie looked at her confused, but nodded all the same, and for the next few minutes Dr. T asked questions like what month it was, what was Mitchie's full name, things like that.

Mitchie quietly answered each one but her throat felt all dry, like she hadn't had a drink for days, or weeks even.

Once Dr. Taylor had finished with the random questions her face turned a little more serious.

"Can you tell me what you remember about what happened before you arrived here?"

Mitchie frowned, where was here anyways? Oh well. She thought.

She then tried to think back on what she could remember of before waking up here in this hospital.

Her mom had been on their way home from camp when –

"The truck!!" she exclaimed; full memory now returned. "It was serving all over the road and we didn't have time to move out of the way! Mom!! Where is my MOM!?"

Mitchie was back in full panic mode now and her head began to pound once more, she put a hand to her head and groaned.

Dr Taylor looked down at Mitchie and replied calmly, "Honey, I need you to calm down and remain that way before I can tell you anything. I can't have you going into shock again."

Mitchie nodded, and took three deep breaths to calm herself.

"Okay." She said a few moments later.

Her voice cracked this time, her throat was really started to bother her and was tempted to ask for water was it not for her dire need to know the whereabouts of her mother.

Dr. T sighed and then began. "You and your mom were hit by that semi, the driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and he collided almost head on with your mom's catering van. The driver survived but his legs were crushed and his fractured his collar bone. You and your mother however were both in critical condition and had to be flown here to downtown Chicago."

As Dr. T paused for a breathe, Mitchie thought to herself: 'Well at least I know where I am now'.

Dr. Taylor then continued; "As you already are aware of you recovered quite nicely and only have those three injuries plus some cuts and bruises, but your mother was a little less lucky. She was hit with most of the impact of the semi on her side of the van. She—she passed away two hours after we arrived here… I am so sorry Mitchie."

Mitchie couldn't believe what she was hearing, her mother dead? No, No! She couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it! This was just some cruel nightmare and any minute now Mitchie would wake up to her mother call her for breakfast.

Yes, yes that was it! This was just a dream! Just a silly dream!

But—if this was just some dream, why was she in so much pain? Her arm, leg, and head were still pounding, and those dizzy spells. If she was dreaming she would not have felt any of this intense pain.

That was when she realized this was no dream, it was a waking Nightmare, and her mother really was dead.

"No,no,no,no,no…NO!" Mitchie half screamed and sobbed. "No! Where is she?! Where is my mommy!!"

Dr. Taylor sighed shakily, and then took Mitchie in her arms, wrapping her arms gently around the sobbing child.

"I am sorry Mitchie, but your mom is gone, and she is not coming back."

Mitchie's sobs turned into half screams as she continued to call out for her mother.

Dr. Taylor felt so helpless but did the only think that she could, hold this poor child.

Soon Mitchie's sobs turned into hic ups, then from hic ups to sniffles and about an hour later, she feel into a light slumber.

Once she was sure Mitchie was asleep, Dr. Taylor gentle lay Mitchie back down.

As Dr. T went to leave the room, she turned back to the sleeping form before closing the door thinking: Poor thing, this next little while is going to be tough on her. But at least she still has one parent.

Come to think of it, where was Mr. Torrez and why wasn't he here comforting his daughter?

(Allright! This is chapter one! I know very, very sad one, and a little short too, I was hoping it was going to be a bit longer than this but I will try to lengthen the next ones just so you guys can get more of a read out of it. I am not quite finished writing chapter 2 yet but it is at least half way done and the ideas just keep coming to me so it should be up in the next week or so (im hoping!)Please review and let me know what you think so far!)