A/N: NEW CHAPTER! WOOT! I'm un-sure on how long this story will go on for. But I'll ask you all that later near the end of the story. So, if you haven't all ready go check out my other fics; living In the Shadows, Hear My Voice and she's With the Band.
'Mandy Torres' is not based off of the Jonas Brothers' family friend. The Mandy that the Jonas Brothers' are friends with is extremely nice. And NOT a video girl. The songs used in this chapter are:
This is Me - Camp Rock Soundtrack
Two Worlds Collide- Demi Lovato.
Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock guys, so put away those lawyers. Please!
Chapter 1 Video Girl: 'I don't do hospitals'.
Shane walked out of the Torres' family home as a familiar face walked in. "Have a good night Connie." Shane said. He didn't hold grudges for long. "You too Shane." Connie Torres' said as she closed the front door to her house, blissfully un-aware that her eldest child was someone on the streets of Wyckoff, New Jersey at this late hour of 10 o'clock.
Shane kicked a small rock along the side walk as he walked around the streets trying to find Mitchie. She was always there for him, so Shane felt it was due time he returned the favor. As Shane walked down a small alley that he knew would lead him to Mitchie and his' favorite park. Shane a little freak out as it was a Friday night and there was bound to be some trouble in the alley ran quickly through it.
Once he reached a sort of safe haven 'the park'. Shane stopped running and began looking for Mitchie. As he was walking past a bunch of bushes and trees Shane heard something he had not in a good couple of years. The girl with the voice.
Do you know what its like,
To feel so in the dark?
To dream about a life
Where you're the shinning star
Even though it seems
Like it's too far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way.
Shane didn't realize the person singing was crying until she finished the last line. "Hello." Shane said, not even realizing this was the exact same thing he said the first time he heard it. "Who sang that?" The bushes next to him ruffled in the cold night air. He took no notice. All Shane wanted to know is who the girl was singing. As if on cue something came along to distract him. 'Eye of the Tiger' by 'Survivor' began to play.
Before the first verse began to play Shane had already picked up. "S.G here." Shane answered. Shane had turned his back to the play equipment where he had heard the girl sing.
Little Shane Gray didn't know that Mitchie Torres' was the singer and had been all this time. Mitchie had called him so he would not look at her as she tried to run away. "Hello?" Shane asked through the phone. Mitchie made a run for the bushes near the edge of the park but close the alley way that lead to her house.
"HELLO!" Shane yelled through the phone. Now, Little Miss Torres was not smart enough, she had her phone volume all the way up, and on a quiet night like this anyone could hear the person on the other line. "Who's there?" Shane called into the night's air.
"Mandy dandy!" Mitchie whispered into the voice attempting her sisters' voice. "Hey Mandy." Shane said into the phone dully. Mitchie took this chance to run up the alley way.
By this time it was 10:45pm, on a Friday night in Wyckoff. Mitchie Torres knew that no alley is safe this late at night. But she did not expect to find a near lifeless girl lying on the cold harsh cement.
Her brown curls wet soaked in what appeared to be blood, her eyes' were rolled into the back of her head and her breathing was not consistent. To Mitchie Torres' this girl was an unfortunate soul; she didn't recognize that this girl was, Caitlyn Gellar the seventeen year old 'camper today, music producer tomorrow.'
Shane Gray was lucky enough that who ever was attempting to be 'Mandy Torres' had not yet hung up. So out of sheer dumb luck he recorded the entire call until he had enough. He knew it was no Mandy that had called him; it was her older sister, Mitchie was in trouble. Shane found Nate walking around the park like nothing mattered.
"Just like that pretty brunette." The drunk said grabbing Mitchie Torres' by the waist and placing her up against the cold alley way bricks. "NO!" Mitchie screamed kicking at her offender. "Struggle and I cut your throat." The drunk said.
Mitchie Torres' was at a cross road; go through the un-thinkable and possibly come out alive carrying a drinker's kid in your stomach or struggle for a little while until the drunk cuts you throat, have someone from the neighborhood find you no longer able to speak, sing and basically commutate.
"That's better." The drunken said. "So, while I relieve myself." Mitchie's eyes widened. He was actually going to take her, virginity. "What's your name princess?" The drunken asked as his ruff hands traces circles on Mitchie's arms. Still pressing her up against the wall. "Mitchie." Mitchie breathed. "Well, M-i-t-c-h-i-e" The drunken spoke his hands making there own way through her hole filled black sweat shirt.
Mitchie wasn't thinking straight. So with one quick ease she threw her knee up into the air hitting a rather delicate area for the drunken. "You fat slut!" The drunk spat clutching his groin area. Mitchie took as much a chance as any one, she began running back towards the park, hoping to dear god the Shane was still there.
For once, Mitchie Torres' was lucky, well, kind of lucky in a sense. Mitchie's body collided with another. "So-Sorry." The teenage boy stuttered. Mitchie Torres' looked up to see the curly haired youngest member of Connect 3. "N-Nate." Mitchie breathed hugging him tight glad to be somewhat safe. The sixteen year old Nate blinked twice. "Um, Mitchie what are you doing?" Nate asked a small blush appearing on his checks.
Mitchie suddenly realized who the poor girl that lay somewhat lifeless half way up the alley. Mitchie grabbed Nate's hand and towed him up to the cobbled stoned blood drenched area where Caitlyn Gellar lay. "Caitlyn?" Nate asked. He had met Caitlyn on two occasions; Pre-thanksgiving dinner with the Torres' family and one month ago at a poetry reading he went to with Mitchie.
The two began to carry Caitlyn up towards the Torres' house hold. Not knowing if she would survive. But they did know that Caitlyn was scared in her state of mind as she kept repeating 'Help me....' After a severe fit Nate knew this was enough. "Mitchie do something." Nate said in a panic for Caitlyn. "Um, okay." Mitchie stumbled over her words. "Caity, listen to me, you'll be fine." Mitchie spoke calmly. Caitlyn's body went into another fit, her eyes rolling to the front of her head briefly. "Not working." Nate said as they contunied carrying Caitlyn along the sidewalk towards Mitchie's house. "Right, Caitlyn Gellar, this is for you." Mitchie said, and right then she began doing what she knew best; singing.
She was giving the world so much that she couldn't see
And she needed someone to show her who she could be
And she tried to survive wearing her heart on her sleeve
But I needed you to believe
You had your dreams, I had mine
You had your fears I was fine
Showed me what I couldn't find
When two different worlds collide
La, La, La,
She was scared of it all
Watching from far away
She was giving a role
Never knew just when to play
And she tried to survive
Living a life on her own
Always afraid of the throne
But you've given my strength to find hope
Caitlyn's distressed state had calmed by this stage so that she lay still in their arms. "Cool Song." Nate said. Mitchie smiled. A few mintues later they showed up outside the Torres' family home. Mitchie kicked the door open. "MOM!" Mitchie yelled. A distressed Connie Torres' stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Jeez Louise!" Connie exclaimed rushing to Caitlyn's side.
Shane Gray was never a fast runner. So by nature Nate Black his band mate had beaten him to the screams. Shane no longer felt the need to be around the park so walked towards the small apartment Jason White, Nate Black and himself owned. What is the reason behind them owning an apartment here?
Well, because Shane spent most of his time off with Mandy Torres in Wyckoff he felt the need to buy a place to stay, also Connect 3's entire family are located here in Wyckoff NJ, so Nate and Jason decided to rent the place also as they were grown-up enough to be thinking about a place to stay, well Jason the twenty year old, Nate not so much.
Connie Torres' had not studied medicine but she knew that Caitlyn Gellar needed help. "Nate could you and Mitchie take Caitlyn to my car." Connie said walking up the stairs towards the youngest Torres' room. "Mandy!" Connie said knocking on the door.
Mandy Torres sat on her double bed that covered in clothes. "Yes Mom." Mandy said stressing the word mom as she walked to the bedroom door. "You. Car. Now." Connie Torres' said bluntly pointing down stairs. Mandy sighed she walked down the now empty hall her black heels clicking.
A few moments later Mandy was in the car sitting shot gun. "Well, Nate, it's good to see you." Mandy said in a sweet sugar coated tone that made her sister scoff. "Even if is under horrible circumstances." By this time Mitchie was shaking with laughter. "Mandy you wouldn't even care if Caitlyn was dead." Mitchie spat. Nate's eyes widened.
In all the time he had known Mitchie, including hearing Shane talk about her he had never seen or heard Mitchie so angry. "It's okay Mitchie." Nate said attempting to calm the older teen. "No Nate. It's not." Mitchie said clenching her hands in her anger raging through her veins.
By this time Connie Torres had pulled herself up into the drivers' seat. Connie sensed the tension in the car. It was quiet hard not to as it was too thick to cut a knife through. Connie took this as a sign not to make conversation. So the car hour long drive to New Jersey Hospital was an awkward one to say the least.
As they arrived at the hospital Mandy Torres' was in an utter state of boredom. Mandy hoped out of the car and walked up towards the clean glass sliding doors. Connie had ran ahead to tell the hospital what state Caitlyn was in. So that left Nate and Mitchie to carry Caitlyn up the stairs to the hospital.
"You could help." Called a distressed and tired Nate Black. Mandy scoffed "And risk breaking my wrist!" Mandy knew she couldn't say nails because Mitchie would rip her hair from her head, with no hesitation. Mandy knew that because Mitchie hardly ever gets angry, but when she does, it's generally about something important.
A minute or two later a panting pair of teenagers walked up the final stair to the hospital carrying Caitlyn Gellar. Mandy Torres began to laugh uncontrollability. The sight was 'a Kodak moment'.
Mitchie Torres' the oldest of the two still had her holey black sweat shirt and grey sweat pants on, her brown bangs stuck to her forehead. Nate black on the other hand looked plain out of place, he worn tight black skinny jeans, and a once loose now clinging chocolate brown tee, his hair was curly in a fro but in some parts of his hair sweat crystals gleamed.
Connie Torres' rushed back out of the hospital nearly pushing her youngest daughter to the floor, to help Caitlyn Gellar. "She's not even blood related." Mandy scoffed tapping her black heel. Connie was followed out by three nurses and a patient trolley bed. As the loaded Caitlyn onto the trolley bed one nurse made the mistake of asking Mandy what happened. "How would I know?" Mandy spat her laughing fit well and truly over.
Connie, Mitchie, Nate and the three nurses wheeled Caitlyn into the hospital. "Aren't you coming?" Nate asked Mandy. "I don't do hospitals." Mandy said, spitting out the word hospitals as if it was venom to her veins. A shocked Nate Black nodded walking back into the hospital.
A/N:
Short much? I know.
Not my best work? One of my worst pieces of writing.
But I can't change it cause then there'll be too much action or not enough in the one chapter. I mean this chapter could have been one page long so I had to add more to it.
But I need to ask you the reviewer:
Should I keep writing in third person or change into first person?
If I should change to first person:
Should it be one person's view the entire fiction or change ever other chapter?
Let me know please.
Love:
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