Sorry if that the last chapter sucked. I know Jack seemed 'insensitive' as my friend put it, and it's true. I highly doubt I would be thinking some of the things Jack was. But I was in a depressed/mad mood, and I was tired as I said in the disclaimer. I was also procrastinating, but trying to procrastinate faster because I had a lot of homework. Hopefully this one is better. So, yeah, that's all I haev to say for now. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: We would be living in a very messed-up world if this was on a Disney show, so no, I do not own Camp Rock. Or Garnier for that matter. (You'll find out soon)

"Oh God," I hear my husband murmur. Suddenly, he's screaming, "Nate, open up NOW!" I hear him banging on the door, trying to knock it down. That can't be good.

"Jack, what's wrong?" I ask him worriedly as I head upstairs. Please don't let it be Nate, my son, my baby.

A loud cracking sound and a thump indicates that Jack succeeded in breaking open the door. Why would Nate lock it? We taught him from a young age that locking a door is unacceptable in this house. Hopefully, this doesn't coincide with my…fears from earlier. Please, no.

My heart literally breaks as I hear Jack choke back a sob. That can only mean one thing.

He's gone.

I stumble as my legs begin to fail me. I reach out for the wall, but I miss. I fall to the ground in a heap, shaking with the sobs that have overcome my body.

He's gone. Nate's gone forever.

My sobs get louder and more powerful with the more time I have for the 'news' to sink in.

He's really gone.

I think back to all the good times Jack and I had with Nate. First day of school, all his birthday parties, the trips to the city. All of it gone.

I squeeze my eyes close and just rock back and forth. This can't be happening. This cannot be happening. It's just a dream. A sick, twisted nightmare.

I hear Jack silently crying in Nate's room…Nate's old room. I choke up as I think about how Nate will never sleep in there again, never run upstairs and slam his door when he's mad at us. I'd rather he be mad at us forever than to have him leave us like this.

But he's gone.

I have a pounding headache from all my crying, but the pain is nothing compared to what my heart is feeling. I think someone annihilated it, blew it up into smithereens. Not one piece is left.

I lay there for a while more, until my tears dry up. Then I start dry crying and heaving without actually throwing up. Now my whole body is in pain, but times it by infinity and you'll get the pain from the hole in my chest Nate left.

I decide to get up and see Nate, possibly for the last time. I crawl up to the wall so that I'll have support and basically climb up it because I don't have enough strength myself. I lean on the wall as I head down to Nate's room. Then I remember again.

He's gone.

I take in deep breaths so that I don't start hyperventilating and stop for a moment, closing my eyes. It's going to be okay, I think in my head. I know it's a lie. It's never going to be okay now. Not now that Nate's gone.

He's gone.

I gather my strength and reach Nate's doorway. The door is breaking off its hinges so I just walk through. I almost faint at the sight I see.

Jack was holding Nate's ghastly pale body close to his own, rocking back and forth. I look down Nate's body and see what he did. He slit his wrists. My poor baby slit his wrists.

And now he's gone.

Why couldn't we have noticed this before! We're terrible parents for letting our only child suffer so miserably in silence.

I must have made some noise because Jack looks up at me, his eyes bloodshot. I'm sure mine look the same. I walk up to the bed cautiously, looking at Nate's peaceful body laying on his father's lap. I sit down next to Jack and start to stroke Nate's hair. It's still soft from my Garnier shampoo he liked to steal sometimes. I let out a broken laugh as I think about the funny things Nate use to do.

But now he's gone.

Jack looks up at me, swallowing harshly. "I'm go-gonna ca-all 911," he stutters, moving Nate's body as he gets up to get the phone. I pull Nate up to me and lean over his head, kissing his forehead. It's not cold, but it's not as warm as an alive human should be. That makes no sense though. I learned from Jack that a human loses 2°F after the first hour they're dead and 1° every hour after that…

Oh God, how can I think of stupid medical trivia when I'm holding my little Natey! Tears start flooding out of my eyes again; my tear ducts are in for a long couple of months. Probably years.

Jack comes back to the room but stands in the doorway, watching me holding our son. He starts breathing heavily so I look up to him. He seems angry.

"How could he do this to us?" Jack suddenly yells out. I flinch at his loud and accusing voice. "He knew how much it would hurt us, yet he does it anyways! He was too caught up in his own life to realize his actions would hurt everyone who loves him! Such a selfish bitch!"

I can only stare wide-eyed at Jack. "How could you say that," I whisper, my voice shaky. Jack looks me in the eyes and his expression changes from angry to heartbroken. "He's our only son and he was in so much pain, so much pain…" I sniffle and look back down at Nate. He seems peaceful, in a state of rest. "Maybe he's in a better place now…"

"Bullshit. He belongs with us," Jack whimpers, falling to his knees. He crawls over to us as I hear sirens coming up the street. "He belongs with us," he repeats.

But now he's gone.

Sad from a mother's point of view. I hope you liked it!

As for my other stories, I'm working on it! I outlined everything for Poor Unfortunate Souls, now I just have to type it all. For Don't Forget...it's getting there. I'll proabably update Don't Forget this weekend and Poor Unfortunate Souls next week. I just have so much to do. One of my teachers assigned me a 5 page essay. As a ninth grader. :( And we need the first paragraph to be a page long.

Well, I have to go since I got in trouble, lol, so please review! They might make me happy since I'm probably grounded now for not letting my dog out.