A/N: Ok you guys, here's chapter two. Sorry it's later than I said it would be but I had to take some time out of my holiday to update so be grateful! Enjoy! And please, please, please review, even if you've already reviewed before, reviews give me inspiration and help me write. Peace out!

Mitchie's POV

After I leave the shop I run. I run as fast as I can and as far as I can.

I don't exactly know why I'm running. I only know that I have to get as far away from that girl as possible.

My mind is reeling as I try to make sense of what just happened. That girl in the Subshop scared me. She looked exactly like someone I knew. But it was impossible, she couldn't be that person. That person was lying in hospital in a coma and had been for the past three months. That person is my sister Mikayla, who I saw barely two hours ago.

I slow down to a walk as I reach a nearby park. The place is relatively empty, except for a few people out walking their dogs. As I walk along the path I spot a bench and make my way towards it. Sitting down my mind turns back to Mikayla and the mysterious girl in the sandwich shop.

She looked identical to Mikayla; there was no doubt about that. In fact I would have taken her for Mikayla if I didn't know any better. So who was she? A long lost twin? Mikayla and I had quickly become accustomed to the fact that we were adopted. It was kind of obvious anyway, seeing that our parents were both female, so was it possible that Mikayla had a twin sister? It seemed like the only logical explanation. And if so, what sort of people would have twins and give one away? It sickened me to think about it.

As I sat on the bench, my thoughts drifted back to four months ago, when we had first arrived in New York. It had been a blast when we first arrived. Mikayla and I took advantage of the fact that we now lived so close to Caitlyn and hung out with her practically every day, just like we did back at Camp Rock. Everything was perfect; we had everything we ever wanted. Mikayla had just signed with a major record label and was in the process of creating her first album when the incident occurred. No one could ever make any sense out of it, because quite frankly, there was no sense to make. I remember the night as clearly as if I was still there.

Flashback

Mikayla was giggling uncontrollable as we made our way down the street towards our house. We had just come from Caitlyn's house and she had asked us if we wanted to stay over, so now we were coming home to grab some stuff before heading back.

As we reached the front door Mikayla's giggling died down enough for her to get the key into the lock and open the door. We saw our Moms curled up on the couch watching some old movie. Their heads turned to us as we entered.

Connie raised an eyebrow at us. "What's gotten you two so amused?" she asked, looking amused herself. She shifted in her seat and looked up at us expectantly.

Mikayla started giggling again full force so I answered. "Mikayla just understood a joke that Caitlyn told over an hour ago, and now she can't control herself." I said, beginning to giggle myself. "Oh, and Caitlyn and Ella asked us if we wanted to stay over tonight and we said we would, that okay with you guys?"

This time it was Mandy who spoke. "Of course it is sweetie, just make sure to call us to let us know when you're coming home."

"You gotcha." I affirmed before grabbing Mikayla's arm and practically dragging her up the stairs, letting go at the top so that we could go to our respective bedrooms. When I reached my room I grabbed a bag and started loading it up with pyjamas and a bunch of DVD's. I was done in no time before rushing back downstairs to the kitchen to grab some pickles for Mikayla and a tub of Oreo's for me.

I stood and waited for Mikayla for what seemed like ages before I decided to go and hurry her up. I made my way back up the stairs and over to Mikayla's closed bedroom door. I knocked before speaking, "Mikayla, are you in there? We've gotta go it's getting late." I asked the door.

I didn't get a response, so I decided to just go in and make her hurry up. I pushed the door open and barged into the room. "Mikayla if you don't- OH MY GOD!"

Mikayla was lying on the floor and there was someone on top of her. As soon as I yelled the figure jumped off of Mikayla and stood glaring at me. It was a girl, she looked about the same age as Mikayla and I, The one thing I noticed about her more than anything else was the fact that her eyes were a bright red color, almost pink.

I looked down at Mikayla on the floor, her eyes were closed. I was pretty sure she was unconscious. I looked back up at the girl who had apparently attacked Mikayla only to see her as she jumped out the window into the night. I rushed over to the window but couldn't see anything. I don't know how she managed to jump from a second floor window but clearly she did.

I turned my attention back to Mikayla and knelt down beside her. She was definitely unconscious and I couldn't get her to wake up. There were tears in my eyes already.

"MOM!" I yelled. I heard the rumbling of their footsteps at they came running up the stairs.

Mandy came to Mikayla's bedroom door, Connie quickly followed. "What is it sweeti—Mikayla! What happened?" Mandy exclaimed.

Tears were pouring down my face now. "I…I don't know…" I sobbed, "she screamed and…and then there was a girl and…the window."

Connie made her way into the room to comfort me and to check Mikayla whilst Mandy called 911. An ambulance arrived shortly and took Mikayla and Connie to the hospital. Mandy and I following closely behind. At the hospital they told us that Mikayla had fallen into a coma and that there as next to no chance of her ever waking up.

The doctor told us that they found a significant amount of blood in Mikayla's mouth. Blood that did not belong to her or to any of us. No one could explain where it had come from.

The police came next, taking our statements. They didn't seem extremely convinced with my story but they let it rest. They told us that they would call us if they made any developments in the case.

They never called.

End Flashback

I feel tears in my eyes as I remember that night. Everything had been going so perfectly only to be ruined in a heartbeat. Things had never been the same since then. And now, now there was this girl who had come from no where. This girl who looks just like my sister. This girl who brings back all the memories. I sigh before coming to my feet and beginning to walk. I don't exactly know where I'm going but I soon decide to go and visit Mikayla again. It's what I always do when I need to think.

I've gotten to know this place pretty well over the past three months. It was almost as familiar as my own home. I walk into the lift and I stand and wait as I am taken up to Mikayla's floor. I visit Mikayla a lot, I realise, perhaps too much. My parents are always telling me that it isn't healthy for me to spend so much time here. They tell me I need to move on now or I'll never be able to. I know they're right but I can't help myself. This is the only place where I feel right any more, Even when I'm with Caitlyn or Ella I feel guilty that I am there and Mikayla isn't. Things aren't like they used to be. Things will never be the same again.

The elevator stops on Mikayla's floor and as the door opens I make my way out and down the hallway to Mikayla's room.

There she is, tucked up in her bed. Sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She's not in some sandwich shop; she's right here where she has been for a long time. I walk over to the chair beside her bed and take a seat, raising my hand up in the process to take hold of Mikayla's hand.

I feel a tear come to my eye. I always cry when I visit Mikayla, even after all this time, "Why can't you just wake up sis? I need you." I whisper, the tears continuing to run down my face.

I sit there with her for another hour or so before I feel a nurse's hand on my shoulder, signalling that visiting hours are over. I get up from my seat and leave the hospital, choosing to walk home.

When I arrive it's after eleven and my parents must have gone to bed. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning but I don't feel like eating now so I just head upstairs to Mikayla's room. I've been sleeping in Mikayla's room ever since the incident. It's the only way I can ever get to sleep.

My guitar is sitting in the corner of Mikayla's room. The only thing that belongs to me in here. Ever since I lost Mikayla I've thrown myself into my music. It's like an escape. It allows me to block everything else out and just be carried off by the music.

I pick up my guitar and sit on the bed. I begin to pluck at the strings, playing the latest song I've been working on, but before I even get the chance to begin singing I hear a sharp twanging sound and I feel a stinging sensation in my hand. I look down. One of the strings on my guitar is hanging off the edge of my knee; it's curled up where it snapped.

I sigh before putting down the guitar and climbing into bed. It isn't long before I'm asleep.

"Yeah, exactly like Mikayla and I don't just mean she looked like her, I mean you couldn't tell the difference."

I was talking to Caitlyn on the phone, telling her about what happened yesterday. She sounds sceptical but is willing to believe me.

"Why don't you go back?" Caitlyn asks on the other end, "I mean come on, she looks just like Mikayla, there must be some reason for that, you can't just let this go.

I figured she would say something like this. "I don't know Caitlyn," I replied cautiously, "I mean she probably doesn't have any idea about Mikayla, she'll think I'm some sort of weirdo."

"I'm not saying you should tell her about Mikayla, but you should at least talk to her, see what she's like. You never know, she could be pretty cool." Caitlyn insists.

I can see that she's right; I just don't know how I would cope with the situation. "Fine, I'll think about it, Caitlyn. But no promises okay?" I stated.

"Fine," she said, "well, I gotta go so se you later."

"Bye." I muttered before hanging up my phone. I sigh, for what seems like the hundredth time today and stand up. I've been at a loss for what to do since yesterday. Since I saw that girl. When I woke up this morning I went out for my usual walk, grabbed some lunch and then came home and called Caitlyn.

I figured that if I couldn't make sense of what was happening or decide what to do by myself, Caitlyn could help me. She seemed a little sceptical of course, but her advice rang true in the end.

I don't exactly know exactly why I am so terrified of this girl. I mean, she's identical to Mikayla. Isn't that a good thing? Isn't that pretty cool? Maybe it was because I would feel guilty that I was talking to her whilst Mikayla was lying in a hospital bed...I don't know. One thing I do know however is that Caitlyn is right. I have to find this girl and talk to her. It's the only way I'm ever going to get any answers.

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-L.