Fix a Heart Chapter 2, a camp rock fanfic

I'm really, really glad that you're all liking this story and I'm glad that some of you think that this story is unique! That makes me really glad, because I think I write too many cliches and I'm trying to get away from that. I'm sure many of you know what it's like to be stuck in your ways. You get comfortable and then it just gets old after awhile.

Fair warning. This chapter gets a little scrambled and I want to explain that right now. I'm writing this from Mitchie's point of view, so if the story seems a little scrambled, it's because Mitchie's mind is scrambled and confused. She's still a teenager and does stupid things without thinking, so there will be some things that aren't easily explained or aren't explained at all. I understand that this may get frustrating and seem stupid, but that's simply because you're in the mind of a young woman.

Anways, here you go guys! Chapter 2!

I watched the trees pass as the Camp Rock sign came into my view. This was really happening. I was seriously being shipped here for the summer. I bit my lip nervously as my mother ignored my whimpers. She didn't understand and she never would. I was terrified to be back here. This was where everybody I ignored would be meeting. My ex-boyfriend would be here. My ex-best friends would be here. I would be here. We would be here with no way to get away.

"Mom, please don't do this," I said for the billionth time that day.

"Mitchie, I'm doing this for your own good," she said. I scoffed at that answer.

"Bullshit," I said simply. My mother just pursed her lips and gripped the steering wheel tighter. We pulled into the drop off area where hundreds of kids were saying goodbye to their parents for the next eight weeks.

"Get out," my mother demanded. I was shocked by her angry tone. Never had she sounded so angry. My jaw clenched and I wordlessly unbuckled and climbed out of the truck. I pulled my bags out from the bed of the truck and turned from her.

"I love you," she said, softer than before. I turned towards her and glared.

"Go screw your new husband," I said with as much venom in my words. I couldn't but help feel like I was being abandoned by my own mother. Her eyes narrowed.

"I raised a fucking demon," she murmured under her breath, but she hadn't said it quiet enough. I felt my heart shatter as my mother's true opinion of me rang in my ears.

"I can hear you! And of course you'd raise a demon. You're the devil in the flesh," I spat back. My mother's eyes were as wide as saucers, but I turned around and grabbed my bags. I wordlessly made my way to the cabin list, not daring to look back and let my mother see my tearing eyes. Groove Cabin this year.

I wordlessly entered the empty cabin and silently thanked the powers that be for allowing myself a moment of solitude. I quickly picked a bed and threw my stuff onto it. I heard the door open and close.

"Oh hey, you must be my roomie. I'm Caitlyn," a familiar voice said. I stood straight and cursed the powers that be. They had a sick sense of humor. I turned slowly and came face to face with my old friend. I watched her jaw drop and her eyes grow wide in shock.

"Mitchie?" she asked. I stood there with an expressionless face. I just stared back at her. Nothing was said and the silence was growing uncomfortable. I turned towards my bed and quickly began fishing through my bag for my razor. I had packed it before we left, so my mother would have no idea.

"Mitchie? Is that really you?" Caitlyn asked. I quickly found it and my song book. I took them both and without replying to my old friend, I exited the cabin.

I wordlessly began my descent to the dock. I sat on the edge and removed my bangles. I looked at the fresh scars. I dragged the sharp metal across my wrist lightly and shuddered as the emotional pain was replaced by the physical. I hissed as it dragged a little more than I wanted. I flinched and let go of the razor. I watched helplessly as it fell into the lake.

"Great. That's just fucking great. Thank you very much!" I exclaimed at the sky. I groaned and opened my song book. I hadn't opened this since my father had died six months before.

"Mitchie Torres," a voice said. I quickly threw my bangles and stood up to see Brown looking at me with a smile on his face. I scowled at him. He and my mother were the ones who had conspired against me. I crossed my arms. His smile fell a little as he took in my appearance.

"How are you?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Enough with the chit-chat Brown. I don't want to be here and trust me, you don't want me here. So why don't we make this easier for the both of us and the rest of the camp and call my mom to come and collect me," I said. My words must have thrown him off guard, because he faltered a little.

"Mitchie, I want you here," he said. I looked at him skeptically.

"Don't bullshit me Brown," I said. He grimaced at my language, but I knew his nephew had a more colorful vocabulary, so I shrugged it off.

"Mitchie, what happened to you?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and brushed past him. This was about to be the longest eight weeks of my life.

I sat in the mess hall alone, ignoring everybody's whispers and stares. I'm sure most of them recognized me from camp last year and I knew some recognized me from the Final Jam against Camp Star the previous year, but their stares were really starting to make me uncomfortable. I huffed out of frustration and immediately stood to throw my tray away.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as I walked to the garbage and towards the door. I reached for the door handle and felt it open into me. I fell backwards and landed ungracefully on my butt. I scowled and looked to who had dared open the door on me and met two worried eyes. I watched as recognition flicker in them and I held my breath.

"Mitchie?"

His voice was still as soft as velvet and melodious as a hit song. I felt my heart beat increase as my anxiety shot up to dangerous levels. I was facing Shane Gray.

I stood up and pushed past him. I couldn't breathe near him. I didn't want to face his questions or anybody's questions for that matter. I heard footsteps following me, so I quickened my pace. I could hear his pace increase, trying to keep up with me.

I turned to see how close he was when I collided with someone. I turned and saw Brown holding my shoulders, trying to steady me. I saw Caitlyn approaching from a distance. I looked the other way for an escape only to see his brothers walking towards us. I was cornered.

"Mitchie?" Brown asked, concern etched into his features as my breathing became shallow.

"Mitchie?" his smooth voice rang again.

"Hey! It's Mitchie!" Jason's excited voice rang out from a distance to Nate.

"Mitchie! Hey Mitchie!" Caitlyn called.

I squeezed my eyes shut as they all got closer.

Mitchie.

My eyes snapped open.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed before taking off towards the lake. I could see it getting closer and closer, but I wasn't stopping. I felt my black flip flops break from under my feet, causing me to stumble slightly, but I continued running. I unzipped my hoodie and threw it behind me. I could hear them all behind me, calling my name. I kept running.

Mitchie.

My thoughts instantly went back to the first day back to school after the accident. All I heard all day was my name being said by students who didn't even know me.

Mitchie.

I finally reached my destination. The dock. I quickly began speeding up, hearing them call my name from behind me, more frantically. I reached the edge, closed my eyes, and without hesitating, jumped. I felt everything happening in slow motion. I wasn't falling. I was flying. I smiled and felt someone grab my hand. I opened my eyes and saw my dad smiling at me.

"My Mitchie."

Suddenly everything was cold. I registered that I was now under water. The pressure relaxing me. I closed my eyes and just floated for a moment, feeling myself becoming peaceful. Just as I was getting ready to resurface for air, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist and began yanking me up for air. I began kicking in protest.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed. I felt my back hit the sandy beach and I opened my eyes to see Shane looking at me in astonishment.

"Are you fucking crazy?" he yelled. I glared at him, my hair dripping wet.

"Why did you do that?" I yelled back.

"You were trying to kill yourself!" he exclaimed.

"If I wanted to kill myself, I would have done it by now," I said quietly as the other four approached me. I watched the shock register in Shane's eyes.

"Are you insane?" Caitlyn exclaimed as she wrapped a towel around me. I shrugged it off and tried standing, but I was light-headed from throwing myself into the lake. I ended up falling back onto my butt. I growled in frustration.

"Give her some space," Brown instructed, rushing to me. He bent down to me and looked into my eyes with concern. I felt my scowl soften as I saw how much concern his eyes held. Concern for me. I felt vulnerable again, and the walls came up quickly.

"I'm fine. I just want space from you all," I growled.

"And your solution was to throw yourself into the lake. Pft, sounds like someone got crazy after abandoning all her friends," I heard Shane say. I felt a fire ignite in me. I stood up, glaring at him.

"Excuse me?" I whispered dangerously low. Brown glared at his nephew's comment.

"Shane! Get out of here!" Brown exclaimed. Shane scoffed and crossed his arms.

"So what's your excuse Mitchie? You had one little television appearance and suddenly you think you have the right to be pretentious and altiloquent?" he sneered. Brown turned to him, anger burning in his eyes.

"Wow. Big words for the pompous, turgid, cookie-cutter popstar," I spat back.

"I think I told you to go!" Brown exclaimed, shocking everybody, myself included. Nate and Jason began pulling him away.

"I hate when I have to be uncool," he said to Caitlyn and I after Shane was out of earshot. I rolled my eyes, but felt my lips tug up slightly.

"Caitlyn, why don't you go find Mitchie a pair of dry clothes," Brown suggested. She nodded and began walking towards our cabin wordlessly. I looked at Brown with shame in my eyes.

"I didn't mean to worry you. I'm not…I just wanted to get away from you all and I thought jumping into the lake would get you to back off," I said. Brown nodded and sat on the sand. I looked around and hesitantly sat behind him.

"Give me something to work with Mitchie," he said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked anxiously, never seeing this side of Brown before.

"I mean what do you need me to be for you? Do I need to be your friend? Your father-"

"You do not get to be my father," I spat, throwing him off guard. I felt a little bad for snapping at him like that, but he didn't say anything about it. We sat in silence as I processed what he was asking me.

"My friend," I said quietly. He nodded.

"I really need a friend right now," I said quietly. He looked at me and nodded.

"I can be your friend."

Another shorter chapter, I know, but I had to establish Brown as Mitchie's "safety" character and reintroduce Shane and Caitlyn. I know many of you were saying how you wanted to see them in the story and here they are.

Okay, so I won't be updating this weekend. I'll be at my father's house on Saturday and then both Friday and Sunday, I have to work. I'll try to update after work on Sunday, but it all depends on how busy the night has been and if I'm feeling up to it. Otherwise, Monday will be the next day I update.

But, I know that you guys can be impatient sometimes, so I'll offer you all a challenge. And it may be too soon in this story to offer a challenge like this, but we'll see how well it goes. If you guys can get 8-10 reviews by 8 pm PST, then I will post the third chapter tonight before bed. To see if the next chapter is worth the effort or not, here's a little preview:

"I tried to cut the ties but I just ended up with more scars to hide? Kinda dark don't you think Mitchie?" a voice said from over me. I shot up and looked at Shane glaring at me. I snapped the book closed in embarrassment. I had never let anyone see this song and the first person to see it was not going to be Shane Gray.

"What do you want?" I snapped. He rolled his eyes and gestured to the tray of food that he was holding. I looked down sheepishly. I should have been able to put two and two together.

"I'm not very hungry, but thank you," I said curtly. Shane sighed.

"Uncle Brown thought you might not have an appetite," he said, sitting on my bed.

"Did I invite you to sit?" I asked in a snippy tone. He rolled his eyes and put the tray on my bed.

"Eat," he instructed.

"No," I retorted. He growled at my response, but didn't do anything.

"Either you eat or I tell Uncle Brown that you didn't eat," he threatened.

"Tell him. I don't care," I said simply. That was a lie. I cared about Brown's opinion on me. I didn't want to be difficult for him, I just really didn't like the fact that he had Shane come to me.

"Mitchie, would you just do me a solid and not be difficult with me," Shane begged. I sat silently, contemplating Shane's plead. He had never begged before and I didn't like how it sounded. Shane Gray doesn't beg people. I wordlessly picked up a piece of broccoli and placed it delicately on my tongue. I pulled it into my mouth and began slowly chewing.

I watched a satisfied smirk grace Shane's lips and it made my blood boil. I quickly leaned back a bit before shooting forward and launching the partially eaten broccoli towards his face. I felt a grin of satisfaction spread across my face as his face set into a seemingly permanent scowl. I bit back a laugh as he slowly turned his head towards me.

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