Chapter 3

Losing Grip

I awoke to the sound of our van's engine sputtering, and Ana cursing loudly.

"Whaa?" I began to say.

"We're so damn close and this stupid old piece of crap wont start up again." she sighed loudly.

I looked at our surroundings, about 20 feet ahead of us was the sign welcoming us to Camp Rock. We were stuck pulled off to the side of the road, Ana furiously jamming the key into the ignition and the engine roaring in protest.

"Ana?"

"Yeah, Mitchie?" she looked at me tiredly.

"Would you like me to walk to the camp while you stay with our stuff, and bring someone back to help?" I offered.

"Aye Chickita, how about we both go?" Ana was probably afraid I'd escape.

"Okay sis."

We got out of the piece of junk and began to walk when she whirled around on me.

"Mitchie have you taken your pills yet?" a look of horror filled her eyes, she was always the worry wart.

"Not yet, I will when we get back I promise." I stared at her face, seeing the worry crease in her forehead, reminded me of daddy. Her compassionate hazel eyes, like momma. Her wavy red tinted brown hair danced as the wind blew across her. She looked so sad.

"Why don't you take it now? I'll be back soon, plus there's water in the van." Maybe it was the complete look of worry in her eyes, or I'm just pretty damn lazy, I went back to the van.

I watched her walk away, part of me really wanted to shout to her, 'come back! Don't leave me…' But I didn't I'm not a freaking baby. I sat in the passenger seat and grabbed a bottle of water, then let out a frustrated sign, my bag, my pills were in my bag. Damn, now I'd have to climb and risk killing myself or ruining the camp's food to get to it.

I wedged my way through the various items when my foot hit something hard and familiar.

"What the..?" I bent down to find me guitar case. Underneath it was my keyboard's case as well. Oh Ana. What was she thinking? At first fury rose up threw my throat and I screamed. The sorrow swallowed me back up. My eyes stung but no tears dare come out. I would not allow it. I swallowed hard. Ana was just considering me. Even though she had to pull these things out of my closet. When I considered it, she was just thinking about me. I pushed them under some bags and continued in search of mine.

After retrieving it and downing the ever lovely Paxill I settled into the passenger seat once more to rest. I cranked the manual window roller down thing and waited. It had to have been thirty minutes by now. I was becoming restless. Not a good thing.

It was really irritating that she wasn't here yet. Damn it. I got out and started for the camp. I trudged up the dirt path to the entry was and, oh joy, it was an uphill walk! It made me consider how our piece of crap was going to make it up. Heh. I continued walking. I could her the sounds of campers squealing, water splashing, and music playing.

I was making my way up the final stretch of the hill when out of nowhere a limo decides it wants to try and run me over. Lucky me, they swerved and I got the wind knocked out of me and ended up on my butt. Just the thought of dying in a vehicle related incident made my adrenaline run while and my body shake. I choked down the fear and quickly pushed it to rage. Who the hell was driving? They didn't even stop.

I followed the limo to the main cabin office thing. These spoiled pieces of shit were going to get a piece of my mind. I reached the limo and slipped off my sneaker and chucked it at the back window. The front and back doors opened and I never saw it coming when Connect 3 and their limo driver stared back at me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" The lead singer, what's his name? Sam, Sean? Whatever accused.

"I could ask your maniac driver the same thing, where do you get off nearly running me over? You didn't even stop to see if I was ok!" I was heated.

"Are you ok?" The tall dumb one, Mason? Asked me.

"Who cares?" Sergio offered, "Most girls would see it as a holy act from god to get run over by Connect Three, why are you so pissed?"

"Uhm, let me think, oh yeah! I could have died!" I spat at him.

"Look," The kid with the curls said, "I'm sorry, we were kind of in an argument and our driver was distracted. I'm very sorry we could have hurt you. Please don't think any less of my band mates or our driver."

"Mitchie! I thought you were waiting by the van?" Ana called coming out of the main cabin with some guy.

"I got bored and thought I'd catch up with you."

"Oh, did you get what needed to be done, done?" She still looked really worried.

"Scouts honor."

"Great! Well Mr. Brown, this is my sister Mitchie, Mitchie this is Mr. Brown," My sister spoke fast when she met new people, she gets nervous.

"Just call me Brown," he said extending his hand.

"Nice to meet you."

"Ah, I see you've met my nephew and his band." He said gesturing to Connect Three.

I bit my lip so I wouldn't start up the argument again.

"Shane," Brown sighed placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Uncle." Shane seems to be quite the little dickhead.

"Well Shane, Brown, we've gotta get a move on, we'll call later." The curly headed kid said. "Sorry again miss. Be brave Shane."

With that the two and the driver got in the limo and left him. A look of pure loathing crossed his face. That makes two of us.

"Well, Ms. Torres-" Brown started.

"Ana," she smiled.

"Ana." he smiled back. Gag me. "Let's see what we can do about your van."

"Oh yeah, Chickita do you want to come with us or find our cabin?"

"Cabin."

"Ok, I'll be back soon."

She gave me our cabin number and I made my way through the shifting of people, I have no idea where Shane disappeared to but, why should I care?

My stomach did summersaults as I passed a choir room. They were singing the chloral adaptation of 'the Phantom of the Opera's' "Music of the Night." We sang that a few years ago when I was in beginning choir. I felt like I was going to be sick.

I found our cabin and shut them out. I hate them all. I wish Ana would just have said no. I hate it, I hate it. I wish I had died to, wait. I cant take this, but… Ana needs me. This job is going to give us a lot of extra cash.. But at the cost of my sanity? I'm so… Torn up. I feel like I'm losing grip on what's left of the old Mitchie. I reached into my pocket where I stashed my pills. Two or five more. Ok we'll settle for 3. Couldn't hurt. Right now I just want to be numb. Sleep would be nice right now. Very… Nice…

I'm sorry it's taken sooooo long for me to update. I have soooo much stuff, work, school, no internet, the works. I promise I'll try to get eh next chp up ASAP! See yaa! 3