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No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear my whispers in the dark
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear my whispers in the dark

[Mitchie's POV]

I sat, stunned. Maybe I had misheard Aunt Clara- maybe my brain was tricking me into believing I'd heard her say that she'd found my father because I wanted to believe it. Maybe... but no, Aunt Clara was still watching me carefully, her face both joyful yet nervous. Maybe she wasn't sure of how I was going to respond- maybe she thought I was going to blow up on her for not telling me soon, or maybe she thought I'd cry. So many maybes, and so little explanations. I'd never given up hope that he was alive- no doubt, I'd had quite a few doubts that he was, but now... it just seemed so unreal. Everything felt as if I was in a dream, as if this moment would never be truly real to me. As if this entire moment was a lie, a wicked, cold-hearted lie. However, I could see by Aunt Clara's expression that this was no joke, lie, or dream. This was all real- this was actually happening.

"When?" I managed to choke out, my hand on my chest as I tried to control my breathing, feeling an mixture of excitement and anticipation welling up inside. "When did you find out?" I saw Aunt Clara's grip on the steering wheel tighten slightly, and I heard the slight intake of her breath, and I immediately straightened.

"Actually, I got a call right before you left." She admitted, and my mouth dropped open in surprise. She'd known, before I even left for Camp Rock, and yet she hadn't even told me? What in the world was wrong with her? Why had she felt the need to keep this news from me when she'd known how deeply it would affect me? "I just didn't want you to refuse to go to Camp Rock- I knew that was what you needed to do, and if I'd told you back then, you never would've gone, and you wouldn't be who you are right now."

My natural response was anger. How dare she keep this from me- how dare she think she had the right to keep this from me? He was my father- I deserved to know if he was still alive or not. I deserved to at least know that he wasn't dead... didn't I?

"How could you keep this from me? All summer long... you knew, and you never told me!" I exclaimed, allowing my anger to get the best of me as I slammed my fist down on the car's seat. "Are you kidding me? How could you do this to me?" I yelled, finding it quite hard to breathe all the sudden. This whole summer, Aunt Clara had known that my father wasn't dead, and yet- although she'd had several opportunities to tell me, she never had mentioned it. Why in the world hadn't she?

"Honey, please calm down," Aunt Clara's voice was slightly nervous, and I knew why. I'd exploded on her many times before, and all of those times had ended badly. She didn't want it to happen again. I didn't want to go back to Dr. Walters again, so hence I kept myself from jumping on her. Plus, she was driving... the last thing I need right now is to cause a car accident. "I only did what I thought was best for you- I didn't mean to hurt you by not telling you, but I honestly thought that it would be better if you didn't know until you got back from Camp Rock. What could you do, anyways, when you were away at Camp Rock? It wouldn't have mattered either way."

"Of course it would've!" I yelled, fighting back my tears. "It would've made all the difference in the world to me- to know that he was alive and well and not lying dead somewhere!" I screamed, finally managing to loose my temper. Despite what Aunt Clara thought, she wasn't thinking in my best interest. She never had been... no, I couldn't let myself think like this, I couldn't let myself self-destruct again. I had to stop this cycle, I had to prove that I really wasn't crazy.

"Oh Mitchie..." Aunt Clara sighed, reaching out to touch my arm, but before she could my cell phone vibrated, making both of us jump.

:( Miss you already

I smiled briefly, chucking at Shane's text. Shane... oh how I wished he was here to hold me right now - to tell me everything would be ok, to tell me to calm down and collect myself. If only he was here, I was convinced everything would be better. Things wouldn't be going as horribly as they were right now. However, Shane wasn't here, and things were going badly. I quickly threw down my phone, not bothering to even press the 'dismiss' button on the text, and returned my attention to Aunt Clara.

"How did you find out?" I asked, attempting to lower my voice from a yell. Aunt Clara glanced at me briefly, her lips tight, and I groaned. Why couldn't she make this easier? I was trying to discuss this like reasonable adults, and she was only making things more difficult.

"I got a phone call from the asylum," Aunt Clara began, and I flinched. I could only imagine where this was going. "They wanted to know if there was anyone there named Mitchie Torres." I stiffened, my eyes now focusing on her and giving her my full, undivided attention. "They said they had a patient who kept repeating that name, over and over again, and that was all he'd say." Tears were now welled up in my eyes at her words, which touched my heart in a way I never could've imagined. "They weren't sure of his name, and then he gave out a phone number, and they immediately called here..." She smiled, in an awkward way, but I hardly noticed. All I could think about was my father. My father, whom I hadn't seen in at least two and a half years, and who had thought of me the entire time.

"But wait- how did he end up... in the crazy house?" I asked, finally finding the words to speak again, after a few minutes of a comfortable silence. Aunt Clara shrugged.

"I'm not sure, actually, but I think it might..." My eyes grew wide as I broke off listening to her, my heart beating faster as I panicked.

"Aunt Clara, look out!" I yelled, reaching over to grab the car's steering wheel, the car swerving just as we narrowing avoided what would have been a head-on collision with one of those massive, huge trucks. There wasn't much time to be grateful of this fact, though. It seemed our little car didn't seem to want to stay on the road for all of our fervent wishing, and I let out a shriek as Aunt Clara tugged at the steering wheel, attempting to steer the car back towards the road, but failed. As the road curved, our car continued straight, jumping off the bend and slamming straight on into a tree. Within seconds, everything had gone black.

[Shane's POV]

I rolled my eyes at Nate, letting him know how ridiculous he was being, before I shoved the contents out of his hands, still rolling my eyes except now, I was also sticking out my tongue at Nate's disbelieving expression.

"Nate, seriously, I'm not eating that healthy junk. I asked you if we had any Hershey's, and you come back with a bowl of fruit? What in the world are you thinking?" I replied, crossing my arms at him while waiting for him to respond. With an annoyed look, he bent down to pick up the pieces of fruit that had fallen to the floor.

"I thought we already went over this. I told you, we changed the menu while you were at Camp Rock. The label and our producers agreed that it would be better if we kept healthy snacks on the tour bus- aka, fruits and such- instead of all the sugar, like junk food and excetra." He answered, nodding his head as he slowly repeated the words to me, and I scowled.

"I'm a part of Connect 3- why did you guys make this decison without me?" I asked, still annoyed at the fact they hadn't even asked me. Nate, sucking in a deep breath, began once again in his attempt to explain to me, like a reasonable human being, why we only had that fruit crap on the bus.

"Well, Shane, since you were at Camp Rock at the time that we decided this, it only seemed logical to go ahead and do it without calling you to ask, since it's better for everyone this way. Sugary snacks and such are very high in fat and very unhealthy for you." He replied calmly, his tone indicating that since I hadn't exploded yet, Nate was trying his best to stay under control as well. I saw right through it, however, and this caused me to smirk.

"Whatever, just forget it then." I replied, somewhat in a joking manner, and I pushed Nate's hand, along with the bowl which held some pieces of fruit, most ruined by my dropping them on the floor, away from me, still grinning. Nate rolled his eyes at my childish behavior but returned to the kitchen, probably just glad I hadn't tossed the bowl again.

Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I unlocked it, checking to see if I had any missed calls/texts. Nothing. I sighed, knowing I was being overly crazy, but I hadn't gotten a text from Mitchie since we'd left Camp Rock three hours ago. She'd said that she would call once she got home, and from what she'd told me, her town was just a little over three hours away. I bit my lip, not hard enough to draw blood but just hard enough to draw my attention away from the fact Mitchie hadn't text me, not even to say hi, or the like. Maybe I was just being an overprotective, obsessive boyfriend, but I was worried.

Sliding my phone sideways to reveal my keypad, I quickly sent her a text, with a simple ':( Miss you already'. Somewhat satisfied, I still clutched at the phone, hoping she would reply soon. I slid my fingers over my phone as I waited for a return text from her, my leg shaking imapatiently.

"Shane!" Nate's stern voice made me jump in surprise, causing the phone to slip out of my fingers. Thankfully, it only fell onto my lap, and I managed to catch it before any futher damange was caused. With a scoff, I glared at Nate, as if to say, 'see what you almost did?' Nate just rolled his eyes in response. "Please, put your phone down. You're gonna sufficate Mitchie, with your constent texting and- I'm sure you will later- calling. Just let her relax, Shane, she's fine." Nate demanded, reaching out for my phone. Immediately, I grabbed hold of my cell phone with a death grip and held it closer to me, shaking my head.

"I'm not letting you have my phone- no way, man." I continued, dead determind to keep my phone, whatever the cost. "I need it!" I whined, not really caring if I sounded like a whiny, bratty pop star again (that's what I was afterall, right?) Nate rolled his eyes at my dramatic scene, but that only made me continue on. "No way, no."

"Shane!" Nate raised his voice, something he barely did, and I stopped. It was a rare moment indeed that Nate raised his voice at anyone. "Keep your phone then, but I highly suggest you let Mitchie rest in peace, and go and take a nap. We do have a concert tomorrow, after all, and I'm certainly not going to let you ruin the show just because you were wondering if Mitchie is as crazy about you as you are about her. Go!" He commanded, and with one last scowl in his direction, I made my way to the back of the bus, pulling myself up into one of the three bunk beds, placing my phone next to me and watching it, hoping maybe it would light up or vibrate to show I'd recieved a message.

My phone, however, remained quite silent.

I rolled over impatiently, closing my eyes as an image of Mitchie's beautiful face, as one lone tear slid down her cheek, and I wondered why I had suddenly felt so downtrodden and hopeless. With a shake of my head, I dismissed the sad look on Mitchie's face. Instantly, the scene changed, placing us in the middle of an empty, enchanted looking forest. Oh, how beautiful she looked...

She was laughing, her head thrown back as the wind blew her hair around her, surrounding her in locks of dark silk. She looked so light and free, and full of life, that at first I almost didn't recognize her. Happy and carefree, she swirled around, barefoot and clothed in a beautiful white dress, her skin radiant and soft. She didn't seem to notice me as she continued to twirl, reaching up towards the sky as a few stray leaves fell around her, and a smile of bliss lit up her face as a pure, innocent laugh flowed around her. I stepped forwards, captivated by her simple beauty, and the leaves under my feet made a 'crunch' noise, and the young girl stopped, spinning around to catch sight of me. Her eyes met mine, and a small smile grew on her face, and she stepped forwards, her feet seeming to float across the ground, and the plants underneath her feet lit up, a fresh, healthy green color marking her tracks. My eyebrows scrunched together, unsure of what was happening, although as Mitchie drew closer, I didn't care why. I wanted to grab her in my arms and spin her around, clutching onto her tightly. I restrained myself- something was different about her- there seemed to be a sense of urgency surrounding her being, and a strange glow lit her up as she smiled again, reaching out to touch my cheek. Involunentarily, I stepped forwards into her waiting arms.

"Shane." Her voice was sweet, and she spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She traced my lips with her delicate fingers, and I felt myself go faint at her soft touch. Her hands reaching out, she pulled me closer, enclosing her arms around me, and I returned the hug with a tight grip. "My dear, sweet Shane." She whispered lightly, her breath tickling my ear, and I closed my eyes, breathing in her sweet scent.

"Mitchie." I, too, spoke quietly, and her eyes fluttered open as she pulled away, to rest on mine, a smile on her red lips. Her smile, however, didn't seem completely happy, as if something unsaid was bothering her. I frowned as she stepped back forwards, resting her hand on my arms.

"Shane." Even though her tone was still sugary sweet and velvety, I sensed there was some lurking danger in her words. "My precious Shane, you are the only one who can save me now." Her smile faltered, and I glanced at her worriedly. Her words didn't make sense- she was perfect and beautiful in every way, and it was clear that, from the outside, there was nothing she needed saving from.

She stagged slightly, and I reached out to steady her, our hands intertwined tightly as I watched her carefully, examining all the beautiful features etched on her face, but this time there was no returning smile.

"What's wrong?" I cried, as she quickly reached out to grab hold of me, her legs buckling underneath her. Panic gripping at my heart, I lowered her down, dropping to the ground beside her as I took her hand, squeezing it tightly. "Mitchie, what's wrong?"

Her look of angish didn't disappear as she tilted her head towards me, painfully slow, her face now much paler than before, and I had to force myself to not freak out on her, only for her sake. What in the world was going on? A croak came from her throat, and it took me a second to realize that she meant to laugh.

"My dear Shane, only you can save me now."

Hear my whispers in the dark...