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It had been days since the visit from Shane and despite all Mitchie had done to forget about it, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He looked good, well off. He had come back every day since, but she had been faking sick so she wouldn't have to see him. She wondered what he would say if she did show up though.
She was still too stubborn to cave into the center's activities and shrinks. All she did was sit on her bed like always, but there was a difference in her. A feeling like there was someone really inside of her, not just a cold faced statue sitting on a bed and moving around on occasion.
As usual, her hall mom, Kirsti walked in. "What?" She snapped without her usual vigor. "Mr. Grey is here to see you again." The young woman said smiling at her young charge before sitting on the edge of the bed next to Mitchie. She didn't try to touch her, Kirsti knew Mitchie didn't want to be babied, but Shane really did care about her and she just wanted Mitchie to see it. No one should let something like that go. "Sweetie, I really think you should go see Shane again."
Mitchie looked at her, appalled. "Why? He's just here because he feels guilty. He doesn't really care, he never has and he never will." She said, her cold exterior slowly icing her over again. "Well tell him that yourself then, I'm sick of playing messenger for you!" Kirsti snapped, standing up. This wasn't like her, but Mitchie needed a slap in the face.
Mitchie stood up, her cheeks flaming in anger for the first time in months. "I didn't ask you to be my fucking messenger. Just ignore him, he gives up easily!" She yelled, throwing her hands up in the air angrily. Kirsti just shrugged before walking out of the room to once again deliver the message to Shane that Mitchie wouldn't see him. It killed her to see how devastated he always looked as he walked away, back to his car.
Walking into the waiting room she just shrugged, giving him a what can you do look. He tried to hide his disappointment valiantly, but she saw it underneath his exterior. She chewed on her lip. "Shane wait..." She said jogging to catch up to him. "Tomorrow, her Mom nearly visits but Connie cancelled. Come then and she'll be here." She said giving him a slight smile.
"Thanks." He said, trying to muster a small smile for her. "But today was my last day. I have to leave to visit New Jersey." He said, he'd been putting it off for too long and he knew his Mom missed him and he couldn't just keep pusing her to the back. She didn't deserve that. He waved slightly at her before walking out to his car where he would just like every other day, drive home and sit inside cursing himself.
Even Nate and Jason had noticed a change in him, but he hadn't told htem why yet. He didn't think Mitchie wanted anyone to know. They hadn't even given the press a story, just let them think she disappeared off the face of the Earth. Shane sighed, starting his car. He didn't want to let her go, but maybe he'd just have to. Maybe she'd get better that way. He'd check in when he got home and if she had improved he'd stop showing up and wouldn't even think about her again, but if she was worse he swore he wouldn't leave until the old Mitchie was back. She was still there somehwere underneath it all just like the old Shane had been. He just didn't know how to help her. She had helped him so easily, things like that just worked for her, but Shane wasn't used to caring for anyone like this. He was lost.
Mitchie sighed, leaning up against her headboard, her hand brushed against the small corner of her song book that stuck out from where she had shoved it between the matresses. She had tried to forget about it, but know that Shane was back, she couldn't. He had been the inspiration for most of the songs in it. She pulled her arm back up, studying the paleness of her skin and the dark contrast of the black nail polish she always wore against it. The old Mitchie wouldn't have worn this.
She sighed, closing her eyes, her hands tugging at her hair in frustration. She didn't want to cave, but a small part of her spoke up saying she needed to, that these people were going to help her get to who she wanted to be. They weren't here to hurt her. Mitchie just couldn't bring herself to let go of her pride and let them help her. She knew one thing though, the second she got out of here she was breaking her contract, no matter what.
Her eyelids danced with different memories both of happy times and more recent times. Her Mom's pained face every time she came to visit, the hurt she had seen deep in Shane's hazel eyes and those same eyes dancing with laughter in their first canoe ride on the lake. Caitlyn... The one girl who had stuck by her even though she lied. She had taken her for a given and it had been forever since they had last talked. She missed Caity. Caity, and Nate the ever serious one, Jason and his naieveity, she missed them all. They had all been so good to her and she had treated them like dirt.
A lone tear made it's way down her cheek, the first she had let fall since Tess had ratted her out at Camp. She didn't bother to wipe it away, instead staring blankly ahead of herself. The feeling of feeling something was amazing. She had missed it, being numb constantly had been the worst of it all. She didn't know why she had caved to the label when she could've found someone who would make her just as famous without putting her through all of that. She felt so stupid. She yanked the stupid designer necklace she had gotten from them from around her neck and threw it at the wall, the loud thunk it made satisfying her.
She was going to get out of here and she was going to be ok. Life would be perfect and she would make amends with anyone she had treated like dirt. Mitchie Torres didn't cave in that easily.