A/N:New chapter again :) Anyways, this one is much shorter than the previous ones, but this is just kind of a filler chapter & I just wanted to give you guys something new :) Hopefully it's not too bad, Shane is a little OOC from his character in 'Shattered Glass' in this chapter (or at least I think he is), sorry about that, I just wanted to play around with a different side of him. Anyways, I changed the summary, and I might be changing the title soon, but if I do, I'll warn you guys ahead of time just so there's no confusions :) Anyways... on with the story! &&please review :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, for like, the 143243208089th time. :)

I woke with a start, sweat dripping down my face as I shoved the covers off of me and bolted upright, breathing heavily as I attempted to calm down. All a dream, I tried to tell myself, it was just a dream. It's not real. Mitchie's fine...curling my hands into a ball, I stumbled out of the bunk bed, wiping my arm across my forehead. It hadn't been real- yet it had felt so real. Now, I had to know that Mitchie was ok, and that it really had just been a nightmare and didn't actually mean anything. Almost faster than I had imagined possible, my hand shot out, reaching desperately for my phone, which lay undisturbed on the bunk bed I had just jumped out of. Quickly, I pressed the side button and waited for it to light up.

Nothing.

The panic returned slightly. If there was one thing I knew, it was that Mitchie always text back, almost immediately most times, but at least sometime soon, and yet there was nothing. No missed alerts, no answering text, just nothing. A blank screen, which made me sick to my stomach, stared back at me, almost taunting me.

No, she had to be fine. Just because she hadn't texted me back by now didn't mean something was wrong- maybe she just needed to charge her phone, or something... I hoped fervently that it was just something as simple as that, although I feared that something was wrong. Maybe that dream had been a sign that Mitchie needed me...

"You're the only one who can save me now..."

I jumped, before I realized her voice was only in my head. Wow, just one pointless dream, and I was going insane already. Look how easy it was to break me and manipulate me. I couldn't understand why this dream felt so different, so threatening, so real...

"Birds are better!" I flinched, spinning around to meet Nate and Jason's astonished faces, and I immediately froze. Nate already thought I was acting crazy, and I knew that I didn't need to re-arouse his suspicion a second time. Except, Nate and Jason had already figured out that something wasn't right with me.

"What's wrong Shane?" Jason asked innocently, looking worried, yet still slightly air-head-ish, at least to me. I shook my head again, trying to get Mitchie's helpless expression out of my head.

"I had a dream..." I replied, still somewhat shakily, and Nate scowled at me, as if to say, 'That's it?'

"Shane, if you're about to go off on another 'I have a dream' speech on me, I swear-" I cut him off before he could continue, scowling at him.

"This is serious, Nate, I'm worried. I think some-thing's wrong with Mitchie." I replied, my tone dead serious, and Nate sighed beside me. Jason, however, let out a shriek, his expression horrified.

"What's wrong with Mitchie? She's not hurt is she? Oh, how I hate it when people get hurt..." He rambled, his hands flying to cover his mouth, and when I opened my mouth to respond, he flinched as though I'd hit him. "Oh, I can't handle it, Mitchie is such a sweet girl too..."

"Jason!" Both Nate and I shouted at the same time, and Jason froze, as if he'd turned to stone. He looked nervous, anxious, and scared, all at the same time. I realized how unfair I was being to the both of them, and sighed.

"Sorry," I apologized, running my hand through my hair. "I just had this horrible dream, and I can't shake the feeling that something's not right." I admitted, Mitchie's tears still fresh in my mind. All I could see was her desperate expression, and I could only hear her whispered words, repeating over again. I only wished that the images would leave my head just long enough that I could calm down, call Mitchie, hear her voice laugh when she told me everything was ok and I was being silly, and roll her eyes at me. And then, everything would be ok. Everything would be fine. I could breathe again. "Please, I just need to call her." I excused myself, stepping away from the two and hitting Mitchie's speed dial number. Once she picked up, and I knew she was okay, I'd stop worrying so much.

I know I sounded crazy and obsessive and... well, crazy, but I loved Mitchie so much, and I couldn't seem to get rid of this dark emotion that just knew Mitchie wasn't ok. Some sixth sense inside was warning me, and I just had to talk to Mitchie, and then everything would be alright.

The phone rang, and rang, and no one answered. The panic in my heart continued to rise until finally, there was a click, and Mitchie's voice came through the other end of the line. I sighed in relief. She was okay.

"Hi, you've reached Mitchie." Her voice was happy, and bubbly, and just what I needed to hear. With a sigh of relief, I opened my mouth to speak. Before I could, she continued, and her next words made me frown.

"I'm sorry I missed your call, but if you leave a message I will call you back as soon as I can!" I stopped, feeling my heart skip a beat. She hadn't answered- I'd only reached her voice mail. She hadn't text me back, and she hadn't answered my call... maybe she was angry at me? No, she wouldn't do that, or at least she would've answered to let me know and explain why. No, something was wrong.

Calm down, Shane, I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for all of this and why Mitchie's not answering, don't be so insane.

"Hey Mitchie, it's Shane... please call me back, I need to talk to you..." I trailed off, deciding to just leave it at that, and snapped my phone shut, wondering if something bad really had happened. This was not good. With no way to contact Mitchie, and Nate and Jason insisting that everything was fine, and my own jumbled, rushed thoughts, this was going to be a long day.

If only I could shake the feeling that everything was going wrong.

Flashes of light. Lots of high pitched noises. A sharp pain in my lower back. The far-away sounds of people crying and screaming, and sirens. Brief intervals when people stood over me, poking and prodding me, when all I wanted was to be left alone. I was so tired, and my body was screaming in pain, and I didn't know why.

"Hospital..." I heard brief words, although I missed the actual sentences, just snatching up bits and such of the conversations of random strangers surrounding me. "Bleeding..." I groaned in pain, wondering what was going on. Nothing seemed to be making sense- my world was jumbled and confused and in chaos.

"Driver... survive..." My head lolled to the side, yet I could not have stopped it if I wanted to. I had no control over my body- what was going on? I couldn't feel my arms or my legs, and I dimly managed to hear something about someone needing 'surgery'. I was too tired to try to figure out what they were babbling about, though, because now a sharp pain was shooting through my stomach. I screamed, writhering on the ground, now managing to gain full control over my limbs. I felt arms pushing me down, yelling to stop moving, yelling that I was causing more damage, yelling that if I didn't stop...

They tried to hold me down, not knowing the fact that I was clausterphobic. A panic gripped at my heart at the fact that I both couldn't see, and had at least a few people restraining me and several shoutoting at me. "Stop moving!"

Tears were streaming down my face. I was confused. I was afraid. I was panicking. I was hopeless. I knew that something bad had happened, and I knew that it had to do with us... us... Aunt Clara and I. Where was Aunt Clara? What had happened- was she alright? She had to be okay...

"Drug... move...soon..." None of the words were connecting in my head, only sounding like nonsense to me, and I wished I could figure out what was happening, because I couldn't understand a thing.

I opened my mouth to croak out the question of where Aunt Clara was, but instead I felt someone put a restraining hand on my arm, and I immediately felt calmer. Whomever it was, I felt safe with them, because I knew that they were there to protect me. I relaxed, the person's hand never leaving my shoulder. Finally safe...r...

I felt something hard and cold pressed against my skin, and I immediately whimpered, attempting to jerk away, but the hand found it's way to my own, squeezing it tightly, and once again I stopped fighting. Something about the tender grasp gave me comfort, and told me everything was in my best interest. And, for some reason, I believed it.

No sooner had the cold retracted then I felt suddenly lightheaded, as if everything was spinning once more. Slowly, the hand moved away from me, and I felt alone and helpless in my world of darkness. I groaned as the darkness seemed to grow stronger, washing over me with sudden force, and I couldn't resist it's harsh pull.