Caitlyn's POV
I was on my laptop (as usual), while listening to Mitchie write a song, she always seemed to write the most heartbreaking things, this time was no exeption. Her guitar was playing a sweet and inviting melody.
Mitchie started to sing:
"Little girl terrified
She'd leave her room if only bruises would heal
A home is no place to hide
Her heart is breaking from the pain that she feels
She'll be just fine, cause now he hears her when she cries
She'll be just fine, cause now he hears her when she cries"
Every day's the same
She fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides, and tries to pray
She wonders why, does anyone ever hear her when she cries
Today she's turning sixteen
Everyone singing, but she can't seem to smile
They never get past arms length
How could they act like everything is alright?
She's pulling down her long sleeves
To cover all the memories that scars leave
She says: "Maybe making me bleed
Will be the answer that could wash the slate clean"
Every day's the same
She fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides, and tries to pray
She wonders why, does anyone ever hear her when she cries
This is the dark before the dawn
The storm before the peace
Don't be afraid 'cause seasons change and
God is watching over you
He hears you
Every day's the same
She fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides, and tries to pray
She'll be just fine, cause now he hears her when she cries
Every day's the same
She fights to find her way
She hurts, she breaks, she hides, and tries to pray
She'll be just fine, cause now he hears her when she cries'
I turned to Mitchie. How was it that her songs were always so effective? I knew that Mitchie was very talented
"Mitchie, that was amazing!"
"Thanks."
"Mitchie, what's wrong?" I asked, knowing that Mitchie wasn't her usual perky self. She was acting extremely clammy lately. A question wouldn't cause her to open up. I wanted to beg her to tell me what was going on with her. But I shrugged it off. It was probably that she had written that song about someone. That was honestly a hard subject to discuss. Self-harming was sad. It was something that not enough people spoke out about. But Mitchie looked away. She appeared to be wiping a tear out of her eye. I wanted to hug her and tell her that everything would be okay, but I had no idea if that was the wrong thing to do. Most everything I did and said was wrong. And Mitchie looked so sad that I couldn't help but want to help her. I hate the feeling of not knowing what to say or do; I'm so nervous every time I get thrown into a situation like this, I could tell that my best friend was gone, this wasn't the Mitchie I knew and loved. She would never be the same. I just wish I knew why, "Please answer me; is there anything wrong?"
"No. I'm fine." Mitchie sounded convincing; I nodded and Mitchie looked relieved. I believed her. I didn't say anything. What could I say? "But thanks for asking about me." Mitchie added. I smiled slightly before looking at my clock. 4:45. Mitchie and I were doing a performance for the whole 'Welcome Jam' thing. There were so many jams that it was hard to keep them straight.
That particular jam happened to be at 7 that night. Tess was performing too, but she was out practicing at the piano. I found that interesting. Tess never practiced at the piano; I didn't even know she played the piano. I was happy that she was dropping the whole 'pop princess' act.
Mitchie carefully put her song book in her bag and took her bag with her into the bathroom. She was the only one who hadn't unpacked yet. I didn't think much of it. It wasn't suspicious or anything. Why should I think about it?
When she came out about 10 minutes later, she had several bracelets on her left wrist. I didn't think much of it. Mitchie put her bag on the floor and moved her guitar out of the way before falling onto her bed. She closed her eyes. I sighed.
After checking my email I looked over at Mitchie. She was obviously asleep. I closed my laptop and turned it off. I decided to leave the cabin to wander around aimlessly. That seemed interesting, well not really, but it was more exciting than everything going on in here. I put on my white flip-flops and walked out the door; leaving Mitchie alone. She didn't wake up by the sound of me walking around. I closed the door behind me. I walked around a little bit. I just happened to meet up with Shane.
He looked at me as if he were debating whether or not to start a conversation with me, but instead, I just said about the stupidest thing I could possibly say:
"Mitchie hasn't talked about you all day, she hasn't even mentioned your name, and she also doesn't have a crush on you. She most definitely doesn't; she doesn't see you as anything more than a friend!"
"Okay…? I didn't ask about Mitchie, but thanks for giving me the update." Shane said sarcastically.
I shrugged as if to say 'No problem', he chuckled because he knew very well that I was crazy. I knew that Tess wasn't the only one who had completely changed since this time last year. "You're welcome." I added, matching Shane's sarcastic tone.
A/N: I do not own the song, Britt Nicole does! (But I do own the song in the first chapter.)
Anyway, I have another question for you readers. Taking into account what you've read so far, do you think Mitchie has anorexia?
