The Last Memory

Chapter 1

Dedicated to sweetbrokengirlx and Sweet CrAzY Citrus


Los Angeles is beautiful. At least when no one's on the street.

She always thought that the less people around, the more beautiful the world is. When she is just walking around the abandoned streets of the park, her mind would ease and she would relax from all the pressure she was feeling as a celebrity. There wasn't paparazzo after her because it was early 2:30 when she would sneak out of the apartment or tour bus to walk around. There weren't any crazed fans that push and shove just do get an autograph or a piece of her clothing. Everything that she was experiencing now was dreadful, and her choice to go back was the best –by far- idea that came to her.

She was sitting in one of the torn of booths in the diner. The design of it was eighties; retro chic. The little paper lanterns that hung down from the ceilings illuminated Mitchie's table and she felt frightened that the people around her would see her face and bombard her with napkins and pens. She looked around the diner and noticed that the people around her were around 20 years older than she was. She sighed and relief and slumped back in the booth. Her hands were folded in front of her as she kept staring at the salt and pepper shakers in front of her. She turned her head over to the window and saw that it started to rain. A small smile crept onto her face as she saw the sky darken.

She looked up at the waitress that had a menu in her hand and smiled. Mitchie took the menu from the waitress and thanked her.

"Would you like something to drink ma'am?" the waitress asked, and Mitchie bit her lip. She looked up at waitress and nodded.

"Yeah. Can I have a coffee please?" She said softly. The waitress nodded at her and trotted off to the back of the kitchen, leaving Mitchie to herself again.

Mitchie turned her head again and watched the rain as it hit the ground rhythmically and watched the street glitter with the light and rain. Mitchie wished so much that she had brought her Polaroid with her so she could take a picture of the streets beautiful glory. Mitchie turned her head back when she smelled the strong smell of black coffee invade her space. She smiled at the waitress and grabbed the coffee cup from her.

"Do you want something to eat ma'am?" she asked again and Mitchie shook her head. The lady nodded then walked away leaving Mitchie to her peace. Mitchie sighed when she took a small gulp of her coffee and inhaled its scent. Her face lit up when she remembered she had brought her camera in the duffel she had taken along with her.

Her coffee was gripped in her hand when she ran out of the diner, with her duffel and camera in the other.


Photography was another one of Mitchie's passions. Besides her singing career, photography was something she wanted to be a professional in ever since Shane, cringe, let her use his Polaroid. It became a hobby ever since then.

After a handful of pictures taken, she took her stuff from under a sheltered location and headed towards the train station. She knew she was in New York so she went to the only transportation that was cheap and low. Her feet picked up her pace and suddenly she was running towards the station. When she had run for about 3 miles, her head pounded, along with her heart, and she knew that she was far from her destination. She looked around the crowded streets and put a hand on top of her head. I guess I'll just take a taxi.

She stood on the side of the street and waved a hand towards the taxis. Her eyebrow rose when 5 taxis ignored her. She sighed and put her hand to her mouth and whistled. 3 taxis stopped in front of her and she smiled happily. She jumped into one of them and made herself comfortable.

"Where to?" he asked Mitchie. She looked up from her bag and squinted her eyes at the driver.

"to the train station please." Mitchie replied. She looked back down at her duffel bag as the driver nodded and started the car. Mitchie looked straight ahead and noticed the name tag that was stuck on the back of the head supporter. Her eyes widened when she saw the name and the picture. She looked towards the driver and a small smile crept up.

"Jason? Jason Black?" She said curiously. The driver looked back at her and his eyes widened.

"Mitchie Torres? Is that you?" he asked curiously. Mitchie smiled and nodded at him. "I haven't seen you since you and Shane broke up." Mitchie flinched at his name and nodded slightly looking away. Jason noticed this and sighed.

"Sorry. I thought you two were still friends." Jason said sympathetically. Mitchie nodded and turned her head towards him.

"It's fine. I haven't been in contact with him ever since I, uh, got signed onto a record label. Neither with Nate and Caitlyn." She said softly. Jason nodded and turned one more corner.

"Well, here's your stop. I hope I see you seen Mitch." Jason said nicely. Mitchie nodded going for the door.

"Thanks Jason. You too." She climbed out of the car and smiled back at him before closing the door and walking down the stairs to the train tunnels. She put her hood and hat up and went over to the ticket booth.

"Newark, New Jersey, please." She said to the woman at the ticket booth. The woman gave her a ticket, and she went off to the trains.


Chapter one is out and about. I hope you guys liked it.