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I rushed to the hospital with Nate. "Where is she?" I asked franticly.
"She's in there," Caitlyn said and pointed down the hall.
"She hasn't woken up yet," I turned to see Jake leaning against the wall.
"Get out of here, you don't belong here," I told him with attitude. I didn't need him to be in my face right now.
"Funny because the way I see it, you are the one that doesn't belong here," I clutched my hands in fists. He continued, "I'm her boyfriend." I chuckled at that.
"Laugh all you want because it doesn't change anything," he got off the wall and was in my face.
"Back off. I am not in a good mood," I warned him.
"You know you are probably the reason why Mitchie is in the hospital right now. You should be ashamed of yourself," Jake said.
That did it. I grabbed him by the collar and shoved and pinned him against the wall. I guess round two was coming. Good thing we were in the hospital.
"Hey guys," Caitlyn called out and Nate approached us.
"You know nothing," I told him. "You will never have what we had."
"Your right," he said. "We will have something better. Unlike you I know better than to give up the best thing and surly know how to treat a woman."
My knuckles were turning white from holding onto his shirt. Nate came between us. "Shane. Come on man, this isn't the time." Nate made me release Jake and I sat down.
MITCHIE POV
I don't remember much of what happened. I woke up in a bed confused as I didn't know where I was. I looked down and saw that my wrists were wrapped and I was in a gown.
"You're up," a doctor came in looking at some chart.
"Where am I?" I asked my voice a little dry.
"At the hospital," he flashed a light in my eyes. "You have a lot of people worried about you."
I heard the door open and my mom and dad rushed in.
"Good thing you came in now Mitchie," the doctor said.
"What do you mean?"
"It appear you fainted due to malnutrition. How long have you not been eating?"
"What?" I asked.
"Answer Mitchie," my mother demanded worried.
"A few weeks…months…I don't know," I stumbled while I spoke shocked that my parents found out.
"Why Mitchie," my father asked.
I started to cry, "I don't know."
"Mr. and Mrs. Torres may I speak to you?" the doctor asked and ushered my parents out leaving me alone with a tray of food I pushed to the side.
NO POV
The doctor lead Mr. and Mrs. Torres out of the room.
"What's going on doctor?" Steve asked.
"Your daughter needs intensive help," he answered. "I have strong evidence that is inflicted in self-harm." He at handed them a pamphlet. "It is a treatment that deals with Mitchie's problems."
"Is there anything else. We can't afford a place like this," Connie said.
"Is there any way someone can help with the expenses?"
"Is there anything else we could try?" Connie asked.
"I know its not my business but I believe this is the best option for Mitchie at this point. I have seen this center save lives. And I see what happens when people do not get the treatment they need. Trust me, Mitchie needs this treatment. You need to get her to go."
"And if she doesn't?" my father asked.
"She may die," the doctor answered.
Steve and Connie looked at each other. They knew it was there only option now but how will they convince Mitchie.
"I know someone who will help?"
SHANE POV "
"Shane," I looked up to see Connie in front of me.
I started to rise from the chair but she ushered me to sit and took a seat next to me. I didn't know what to say or do. I got a good look at Connie; her eyes were red and her hair was a mess. I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"I'm sorry Connie," I sighed. "For everything. For this. For Mitchie."
I fidgeted with my hands unable to meet her eyes. She grabbed my hands and held them.
"She still loves you more than she lets on. And I know you love her."
I gulped, "I do with all my heart and I would do anything for her."
"That's why I'm here," she said. "Like me, you want what's best for her; to protect her." I nodded in confusion; I wasn't sure what she was trying to ask me. "We…Steve and I talked to her doctor… and we also talked to Caitlyn. We all agreed that…" It was hard for her to say. She looked at me with pleading eyes.
"We need your help?" she finally asked.
I couldn't feel anything as I stood in front of her hospital room knowing she laid behind the door. I had to compose myself; I couldn't break down now. What was I going to do? How was I going to do this? I took a deep p breath and slowly entered her room. Mitchie laid there hooked up looking pale and dull the total opposite of the girl I knew. I wanted to scream at her. Why? Why would you do this? But I knew better; I knew why was too much of a coward to accept it. I didn't say anything, I just walked and sat by her bed. She must have known it was me because she just stared out of her window and not at me no matter ho long I sat there. I noticed a tray of un-touched food in front of her. Without a thought or word I picked up the pudding cup and opened it, which got her attention. She finally turned her neck and looked at me. I examined her eyes, they were red and puffy and she had tear stained cheeks. I could read her face and it said it all; she was ashamed of herself. And I badly wanted to say good you should be. But instead I took the spoon, scooped some pudding and held it to her mouth. She didn't open just continued to stare at me.
"Come on. Please Mitchie," I begged. "I was so scared; I still am for you," I paused as I started to choke up. Please Mitchie just eat it for your parents, Caitlyn, Nate, Isis, and Jason."
She continued to watch me and opened her mouth and I fed her the pudding. I continued to fed her, which I was surprised she let me, until it was gone. She started to cry and dug her face into her hands. I got up, hugged her and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered to me and cried harder. I felt a tear start to roll down my cheek. I let go of her and left her crying. I closed her hospital door and broke down. I leaned my head against her door and closed my eyes to compose myself. It was hard to admit, but I knew what I had to do. I made up my mind. No matter how hard it was going to be it was the best for Mitchie right now.
I made my way to the seating area to where Steve and Connie sat. They both looked up at me, "I'll do it. I'll help you if it means she will get better."
Connie jumped from her chair and hugged me and thanked me over and over. I just hoped it would work.
MITCHIE POV
I heard a knock on the door before it opened and in walked my parents, Caitlyn, and Shane. My mom, dad, and Caitlyn sat around me while Shane took back against the wall as far away from me as possible. Our eyes met and I saw that he had been crying and wore a troubled look on his face. I was snapped out of my thoughts when my mother grabbed my hand, "How are you feeling honey?"
"Alright," I looked over at Caitlyn who had trouble keeping eye contact with me. Was she mad at me? Why wasn't she speaking to me? It then occurred to me, why was everyone here?
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Honey please just listen," my father said.
"Mitchie, you need help," my mother started. "We've called a treatment facility..."
"Is this a intervention?" I asked. This was a set up.
"In a way it is," my mother answered. I pulled my hand away and looked away. I couldn't believe they wanted to get rid of me.
"Please we love you and want to get help," my mother pleaded.
"By sending me away so you won't have to deal with me," I said with attitude.
"No baby. Never," my father answered. "We found a top rated center that can give you the help you need. Just listen before you think any of it. Caitlyn." He motioned her to talk. I looked at my best friend who had tears in her eyes despite that she was trying to hold it back.
"You are the best friend that I ever had and I love you so much.". I tear rolled down my face; she was really hurting. "I can't help but blame myself for not being there for not seeing how hurt you were, for not catching on."
"Don't blame yourself," I tried to tell her. It broke my heart that she was blaming herself for my actions.
"I saw the scars. I noticed that you changed. I should have done more. I know it's too late to prevent it, but it's not too late to help you through it. Please Mitchie. Fight and get help , because I refuse to lose my sister." She reached out and hugged me tight. My eyes wondered to Shane who was slightly shaking; he was next.
"I know I'm the last person you want to see right now but it pains me to see you here knowing that I had something to do with it. And I can't do anything about it. I can't heal you but I know the feeling of being lost; out of control. You've seen me first handedly at my worst and helped me find my missing piece. And I am a better person because of it, because of you. You are the strongest person I know. I know that you don't give up because you are the type of person that believes in everyone. We are here Mitchie because we believe in you and we aren't going to give up. Go Mitchie, go find your missing piece; the voice inside your head."
I burst into tears as I felt even more ashamed.
"We love you and want you to get better," my father said.
I was silent for a few moments, "I'll do it."
My parents and Caitlyn hugged me and cried with me while Shane stood back with a grateful look on his face. After a few minutes my parents left to get the doctor; apparently they we able to admit me tonight. When a nurse returned with a wheelchair, my body shook. I was so scared. Mom and dad helped me in the chair, ready to be taken to treatment.
I hugged Caitlyn and promised her that I will do my best as she cried. My dad told us it was time and started to push me to the door pass Shane. He didn't say anything and I didn't either. I knew it was going to be a while before I saw him again. Everything I wanted to say and everything he wanted to say at that moment was better left unspoken; at least for now.
NATE POV
I stood with Jason Isis, and Jake outside Mitchie's room for moral support. The door open and I saw Steve roll out a crying Mitchie. She looked like she was in so much pain. I nodded to her as a goodbye and that everything will be already and she gave me a sad smile. I stood there and watched her parents and Jake walk down the hall till I could no long see them. I turned to see that Shane had disappeared and Caitlyn was crying.
"Caitlyn," I called her name as she rushed by me with tears in her eyes and I followed her.
"I need to be alone," she said. She started to run.
"Caitlyn," I ran to catch up with her.
"Leave me alone Nate." I grabbed her arm to stop her and made her face me. Her face was full of tears as she stood there and sobbed. I instantly pulled in for a hug but she didn't hug back.
"Well get through this. She will get through this," I whispered in her hair. "Everything will be okay."
She drew back and wiped her eyes, "No Nate. It won't. I don't need this. I was so stupid. How could I be so stupid? " she blamed herself. "I started to notice I should have said something. I saw the scars I asked her and she lied. How can…" she started to cry and I reached out to wipe her tears but he turned her head.
"It's not your fault," I told her. I tried to hug her but she pushed me away.
"No. No. I can't do this," she whispered.
"Caity," I asked not understanding what she was saying.
"I'm sorry Nate. I can't do this," she motioned between her and me.
"What do you mean?"
"If I had paid for attention instead of…been by her side," she clarified. "I can't be here with you while my best friend is going through hell. Everything has gotten me thinking with Shane and Mitchie, what is best for her recovery. I'm sorry Nate; I can't be in a relationship with everything going on. Mitchie is my sister and I intend to be there for her every step of the way and all my attention needs to be with her."
What she said was like a punch in the face. I ran my hands through my hair.
"I can help you. We can help her together," I pleaded and grabbed her arms.
She shook my head, "And what Nate? You are Shane's best friend as I am too with Mitchie. I know you know that all this drama will catch up to us eventually. And you know I am right because you aren't arguing with me. And in the end the best of friendships always comes first."
I stood there teary eyed myself as she hugged me. I wrapped my arms tightly around her not wanting to let go. When she pulled back I felt the wetness of her tears on my shoulder. She smiled sadly and gave me a kiss on the lips. I still held her and kissed her back passionately. She melted into my arms as a tear rolled down my cheek. We stopped and I connected my forehead with her and closed my eyes.
"I love you Caitlyn," I told her.
"And I love you too Nate," she said. I kissed her forehead. She pulled back and I let her go my arms feeling cold. "Bye Nate." And with that she turned leaving me as I watch her walk away till I couldn't see her anymore.
SHANE POV
I sat in the dark family room when I had gotten home. I poured some more scotch in the waiting glass as fire crackled in the fireplace in front of me. I picked up the glass and swirled the liquid and thought back on the last few hours and just wanted to forget it all. After they took Mitchie I told her parents I didn't want to know where she was going. I thought it would be best if I wasn't involve for her sake. You could say i did it out of guilt because lets face it Jake was right; I was the reason Mitchie was in a horrible situation. I gulped the drink and felt it go down and felt more angry. Damn Mitchie. Damn Jake. Damn me. I poured more and took another swing and hoped it would have made me feel something; but nothing came. I don't know how long I sat there alone drink after drink until I was interrupted by footsteps.
NATE POV
As I walked into Shane's house I was met the glow of the fireplace in the family's room and made my way and stopped at the sight of a half drunk Shane. He was sitting in one of the study chairs with a drink in his hands and a almost empty bottle in front on the table. I had a strong feeling that was a full bottle not to long ago.
"Well isn't it Nate," Shane slurred.
"I came to check on you?" I grabbed the bottle out of his hands. "Why do you keep doing this to yourself?"
"What exactly am I doing except wasting away drowning my problems dealing," he laughed pitiful and finished off his drink.
"Come on man," i helped him up from his seat and supported him as we walked upstairs because he was too drunk to even stand. I felt sorry for him as I knew what he was feeling. He lost the person he loved as did I. I decided to get him a break at least for tonight.
"I love you man," he said as we made our way to the washroom as I thought it would be long till he got sick. Right on cue Shane became sick as soon as he reached the toilet. I knelt beside him and padded his back and neck with a damp cloth.
Once he was done he just laid there head against the cold tiled wall with his eyes closed.
I sat back with my back against the tub and watched him try to sleep and placed my face in my hands. How did we go from having everything we wanted to losing it all in a spam of a few hours.
SHANE POV
I woke up with the biggest headache and found myself on the bathroom floor. I looked over and found Nate asleep against the tub. I was a bit dizzy as I got up from the floor and saw that the sun had started to rise. I tried to remember how I ended up in the washroom and everything came back. What's left for me? What do l have? I looked at Nate asleep silently saying I'm sorry.
NATE POV
I woke up and saw that the sun was up and rubbed my eyes. I looked over to see that Shane wasn't there. I got up and shredded my legs before going to Shane's room thinking he must have gone there during the night and hadn't bothered to wake me. I noticed the door open but Shane wasn't there. I walked in and saw that his closet door was open so were a few of his drawers with things missing alongside his guitar. On his bed was a piece of paper. I started to read it when Isis came in.
"Nate?" she asked. "have you seen Shane?"
I finished reading the note. It said that he was sorry for all he had done and needed to be alone to deal. And he wasn't sure when he was coming back.
"He's gone," I told her. I handed her the note and she started to cry after reading it.
I hugged her and tried to contain myself realizing I had lost my two best friends and I could not talk to Caitlyn. What was happening? It dawned on me that everything changed and nothing was going to be the same again. That scared me.
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Author's Note: So that is it. The sequel is finished and I will be working on another one which will be taken place months in the future at Camp Rock.
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