Camp Revenge 2

Camp Revenge Season2

Chapter 2: "Guilt"

First unwritten rule: Do no harm. Everyone, being the good people that they are, try to live by this rule. But harm happens… and then guilt happens. And there's no way to deal with that. Guilt never goes anywhere on it's own… it brings its friends: doubt and insecurity.

"Hey," Jason said as he walked into my cabin. "I got us some food," he held up a bag from a restaurant. Oh, and guess what this restaurant is called… Denny's. Oh yeah. He went there.

My jaw dropped. "Jason?! What the fuck?!"

He shrugged and went into the bathroom. "I got you a drink, Mitchie," he said.

"Jason! No!" I yelled and ran into the bathroom.

But I was too late. Mitchie took the drink that said, "Denny's" on it and she started crying. "DENNY'S?!" she sobbed. She took the drink and then threw it across the room, letting it splatter all over the wall.

"What?" Jason asked. "I got you a sprite!"

I grabbed Jason's arm and pulled him out of the bathroom. When we got back in the main room, I slapped him across the face.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"For being an idiot!" I replied and slapped him again.

Jason scoffed. "What? Denny's has good food!"

I slapped him again. "You don't go to Denny's if someone with the name of Denny just died you artard!"

Nate came up to us. "He went to Denny's?!"

I nodded. "He went to Denny's!"

Nate slapped him. "You artard!"

Jason scoffed. "What is this? National hate Jason day?"

I nodded. "It may as well be!" I took the take-out bag from his hand and threw it across the room.

"Yeah! Thanks, Shane! Now we have no food!" Jason exclaimed and went into the dining hall.

I sighed and hesitantly went into the bathroom.

"GO AWAY!" Mitchie screamed.

I flinched and then continued walking over to her. I laid down next to her.

"I said go away!" she yelled again.

Flashback

I heard a knock at my door. "Go away!" I called out from under my warm comforter.

The person invited himself or herself in, ignoring what I had said. "Hey, Shane."

I groaned. "I'm sleeping… go away!"

"You don't sound like your sleeping… unless you're sleep talking again."

I pulled the covers off of me and saw Mitchie standing over me. I pointed an accusing finger at her. "That never happened, ok?"

She laughed a bit. "Try telling that to the whole camp… they all heard you."

I sighed. "I didn't say anything too embarrassing, did I?"

Mitchie bit her lip. "Let's just say, if I were you, I'd hide that teddy bear."

"WHAT!?" I yelled. "I talked about Mr.Fuzzums?!"

She nodded. "And your… other embarrassing things."

I sighed and laid my head back on the pillow. I put my hands up on my face. "It was bad, wasn't it? As in never be seen again, bad? Cause I don't think my uncle told me the whole story."

"It was pretty bad…"she mumbled, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "You started saying really random things… One of them was," she mimicked me here – "Humma shumma leeeooobbaa estrogen ocean!"

"Oh God…" I whined and closed my eyes, shaking my head. "The things I say in a semi-conscious daze… Did I really say 'estrogen ocean'?"

Mitchie shrugged. "I'm sure everyone's already forgotten about it."

"Believe me; they haven't. People don't forget about these kinds of things. I hate enough people to know that."

"So why do you hate everyone?"

"Cause I'm better than them."

"So being better than someone automatically gives you the right to be a total ass?"

I nodded. "Umm… yeah."

"So I heard you sing a new song…"

"I sang?" Since when?

"In your semi-conscious daze. I liked it,"

I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

She nodded. "Can you sing it for me?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Now go away. I'm sleeping here."

Back to present time

"I said go away. Didn't you hear me the first time?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I'm not leaving,"

She scoffed. "Why not? Can't you see I want to be alone? Damn it, go away! I want to be alone!" she started crying again. "Please… please go away,"

Flashback

"So, uh," I heard a voice. I quickly turned around. It was Mitchie. "Does your voice sound better over here?

"Why are you here?" I asked.

Mitchie looked taken a back. "I was just listening…"

I scoffed. "Yeah. Why do you think I came down here in the first place? I wanted peace and quiet! Can't people just leave me alone for a while?!"

"You are such an ass!"

"Yeah, well that's all part of the rock star image," I muttered and continued writing down lyrics.

She got up and walked away. I continued writing. "Say good-bye to all my fears… one good song and they disappear…"

Back to present time

I ran my hand through her hair.

"Go away," she sobbed.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Please," she cried.

I shook my head. "I'm gonna be here for you. No matter what you say I'm staying. We're a team, remember? The MoFo's? And teams stick together. We don't quit. We don't run the other way when things get hard. We stay and fight. We always find a way to survive everything,"

Flashback

"So I was thinking we could have cool nicknames," Jason suggested.

I nodded. "I'm Sexy Beast… Nate is Tigger… Jason is Little Bunny Foo Foo… Mitchie is Poop Star."

"Poop Star?" Mitchie asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. You're Lemon Cookie. Got it?"

Mitchie shrugged. "Sure, Sexy Beast."

I smirked. "Fine then, Lemon Cookie. Our team name is the Hannah Montana crew."

"Why Hannah Montana? I hate her," Jason said.

I nodded. "Good point. We don't wanna give our team a bad name."

"How 'bout the MoFos?" Mitchie suggested.

"Good idea, Lemon Cookie," I smiled.

Back to present time

"We're a team. Teams stick together," I whispered.

Mitchie closed her eyes.

I scooted closer to Mitchie. "You know I love you, right?"

She nodded. "I know,"

"Do you love me back?" I asked.

Mitchie stayed silent for a moment. "So what does this mean?"

"What does what mean?"

"Well, I'm laying here on the bathroom floor and you're asking me if I love you,"

"So do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you love me?"

Flashback

"Who had sex?" Uncle Brown asked.

I rolled my eyes. "No one,"

"That's not what everyone is saying," he said, walking into the cabin. "I hope you used a condom. We don't want Mitchie here to leave here all knocked up. That would be bad for the camp… not to mention illegal,"

Mitchie scrunched up her face. "Ew. Like I'd ever do Shane,"

I rolled my eyes. "You'd pay to do me, don't deny it,"

"Would not!"

"Would to!"

"Would not!"

"Would to!"

Uncle Brown stepped in between us. "Did you guys have sex? Yes or no?"

"No!" we both exclaimed at the same time.

Back to present time

Silence.

"Do you?" I asked.

She paused. "I need more time,"

I sighed and then stood up. Time. All we all need is more time.

We're left with a choice. Either let the guilt throw you back into the pain that got you there in the first place… or learn from the guilt. And do your best to move on.