This story is just flying by! I'm kind of sad, but I won't lie...I kind of want it to end. Now I'm sure that is sending fifty-million red flags to you all. "OH NO, WHY DOES SHE WANT IT TO END?" but hear me out. I never intended this to be a long story. I was intending it to be five or six chapters. But here we are at chapter nine. Plus, I'm graduating from school tomorrow and I'm just ready for complete closure.

Don't worry though! I'm not going to end the story here! I have at least four more chapters in mind. Plus, you guys know how I am with putting in what you all want to see. I want to put your ideas into this! I want you all to feel like your a part of this! I want you all to be able to say "I had a part in making that story." So send your ideas in! I love to get them!

Now, a lot of you are like "When are we going to see Mitchie sing?" and I honestly wasn't going to have her sing a full song in this story, but since you want it so bad, I'll give it to you! And that sounded bad...

Anyways, Mitchie WILL sing...but not in this chapter and not for awhile ;)

So...read away my wonderful readers! :)

I awoke the next day to angry words being thrown around outside my cabin. I lifted my head unwillingly as memories from the night before flooded my memory. I smiled lightly and looked around the cabin. I noticed that Caitlyn's bed was empty. I glanced at the clock which read that it was 11:28 a.m. I jumped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom.

I quickly ran a brush through my hair and tied it up in a bun. I brushed my teeth in record timing and immediately picked out an outfit. There wasn't enough time to shower. I had already missed my dance lesson with Shane and now I was going to be late to my voice lesson with Brown. I finished dressing and ran to the cabin where voice lessons were. I threw open the door and saw Brown standing there, the class empty. I looked around, confused as to where everyone was.

"Mind telling me why I'm the only one here?" I asked. Brown looked at me skeptically.

"I was hoping you could tell me," he said. I shook my head.

"I just woke up," I admitted. Brown opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it and gave me a skeptical look.

"You just woke up?" he asked. I nodded.

"Shane and I got stranded at Camp Star yesterday and we didn't get back until late," I admitted. Brown nodded. I looked around.

"Where do you think they'd be?" Brown asked. I bit my lip, racking my brain for answers.

"Maybe something is happening at the Mess Hall? That's where the drama happens here," I thought out loud. Brown groaned and we both made our way down to the Mess Hall. Sure enough, a crowd of what seemed to be all the campers were crowded around something, or someone, that I couldn't see. I hesitantly wandered into the group, everyone around my shouting something. Then I heard the one thing I didn't want to hear.

My name.

"There she is."

"There's Mitchie."

"Mitchie actually showed her face?"

I felt my heartbeat increase and I sped up, reaching the center of the madness. I saw a heartbroken Peggy and a shocked Shane. I looked between the two.

"What's going on?" I asked. They both turned to me, apparently unaware of my presence until that point.

"How much of that did you hear?" Shane asked. I looked between him and Peggy skeptically.

"None. I just got here. What's happening?" I asked.

"Don't act innocent! You know what's going on!" Peggy exclaimed. I felt my heartbeat increase from the look on her face. It was anger, sadness and jealousy. Shane hadn't…had he?

"I honestly have no idea," I said, taking a step towards Peggy. She took a step away from me and held her hands up.

"Save it," she spat before walking off. I watched her walk away and looked to Shane.

"What did you do?" I asked. He looked at his feet.

"I couldn't be with her. That's all," Shane said. I heard everyone begin murmuring my name again. I suddenly felt like I was being put under a microscope. I wrapped my arms around myself.

"I have to go," I said quietly, before I tried walking away, but nobody would let me through. I felt everyone start throwing questions at Shane and I. They began stepping closer and closer.

"Can I just please get out?" I asked. I felt them all begin rushing us. I felt my head start spinning and I was trying desperately to get free of the crowd.

"Let me out! Let me out!" I called. Suddenly everyone started pushing. I felt suffocated. Like suddenly my air source was gone. I pushed through the crowd of campers, hoping to catch a breath, but was grabbed by Caitlyn. She pulled me to her and looked straight in my eyes.

"I thought you weren't here to steal Shane from Peggy," she spat. I watched as all of the trust and respect I had earned from her in the past few weeks vanish from her eyes. I shook my head.

"I'm not! I didn't steal him from her!" I exclaimed. She scoffed and released me from her grasp. I watched as she walked away. I looked at the crowd of campers that were attacking Shane. I felt a tear roll down my face as everything began crumbling again.

My walls were back up.

I sat quietly in dance, in the corner, refusing to work with anybody, not that it would matter. Nobody wanted to work with me anyways. Especially not today. Today I wouldn't have any balance. I wouldn't even be able to walk a straight line. But as long as nobody noticed that, I wouldn't get into any trouble.

It had been three weeks since Shane and Peggy had broken up. Three weeks since he had declared to the entire camp that he was still in love with me. Three weeks since I'd spoken more than a few words to Brown. Three weeks since I had slipped back into my habits.

I had no desire to stay for the last two weeks of camp, but I had no choice but to remain in this prison that my mother had put me in, in the first place. Everyone was now working on their pieces for the Final Jam at the end of camp. I was not going to perform. I had no reason to.

I looked down at my wrist that was covered in bangles and bandages. I had cut a little too deep before the class had started and it hadn't stopped bleeding yet. I was mildly concerned, but I wasn't too worried. I'm sure that if I had been sober, I would have gone to Brown, but I hadn't been sober for awhile and I wasn't going to willingly change that.

How had I come across alcohol, you may ask? It's amazing what you will find under the bunks of the first-time campers.

"Mitchie," a voice called. I looked up and saw Shane. The cabin was empty except for us two, meaning class was over. I stood slowly and wordlessly began walking towards the door, but Shane grabbed my hand. I looked at him and clenched my fist with the other one.

"Can we talk?" he asked. I shook my head.

"There's nothing to talk about," I said. I unclenched my fist slightly and felt a warm, slightly sticky substance on my fingers. I felt extremely light headed, but ignored it.

"Please Mitchie?" he begged. I shook my head, feeling a case of vertigo.

"I don't feel too good," I murmured to myself, placing my free hand on my forehead. I watched as Shane's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed my hand. He immediately pushed the bangles up and saw my deep cuts. I felt light headed.

"Shit, Uncle Brown!" Shane exclaimed, running out of the cabin. I stood there for a moment before looking at my wrist. It was worse now. The blood was running down my hand and dripping on the floor. I studied it for a moment before stumbling back into the wall. I wordlessly slid down it. I heard the door slam open and saw Brown rush over to me. He mumbled a few things to Shane who looked like he was calling the hospital. Looks like my mom was coming to get me earlier than expected. I smirked lightly. I looked at Brown's concerned face and immediately the smirk was replaced with a grimace and a huge amount of guilt bubbled in my stomach. I looked at Shane again and saw his worried expression. I saw my vision start blacking out, but I couldn't sleep. I wanted to live and just needed to focus on Brown.

"Brown? Am I going to die?" I whispered. His eyes locked onto mine.

"No. You won't die Mitchie. I promise," he said. I closed my eyes and nodded. It was suddenly all too much to handle and that little reassurance was all that I needed. I drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

"Mitchie…what on Earth are you doing up here?" a familiar voice asked. I opened my eyes and saw my father. I looked around and noticed that we were at my home.

"I didn't try to. I just wanted to forget for awhile," I said. My father shook his head.

"Mitchie, don't you see what you have right in front of you? Your mother is trying. Brown is helping her the best he can. Shane, he loves you more than you will ever know. Your friends are ready to forgive you…if you would only forgive yourself," my father said. I felt my heart ache.

"Forgive myself for what?" I asked, raising my head defiantly, as if daring him to call me out on my biggest insecurity.

"Mitchie…my death wasn't your fault," he said. I felt tears rush to my eyes. I shook my head.

"Yes it was," I said. He shook his head in disagreement.

"No baby. It wasn't," he said, opening his arms. I threw myself into them, feeling his loving embrace. I cried out everything that I had in me. The stress from the drama. The guilt of breaking Peggy and Shane up. The guilt of my father's death. Everything was just wearing me down. I hugged him tighter.

"Baby, it's not your fault. It's not your fault at all. You were just following your dream. I'm so sorry I was standing in the way of that," he said, hugging me tight. We stayed like that for awhile. I would never be able to tell you how long we actually stayed like that, but it felt like hours.

"Mitchie…life is going to change around you, and you can't blame yourself when everything goes wrong. And when things start going right, you can't just avoid it and punish yourself. Let things happen. Mitchie, these are the ups and downs of life. You've just got to learn to hang on for the ride," he said. I sighed and nodded.

"And if your mom happens to meet someone, or if she already has met someone, then I want you to give them a chance. Your mother deserves to be happy too," he said. I nodded again and buried my head into his chest.

When he finally pulled away, he wiped my tears and took my face in his hands. He kissed my forehead and stepped away from me. I took a step towards him, but noticed him fading from my view.

"Daddy!" I exclaimed. He smiled lightly.

"I'll always be here Mitchie. I promise," he whispered as he faded. I looked around the house that I was in. I looked on the couch and hesitantly walked towards it. I sat down and closed my eyes, hoping for a miracle.

My eyes opened to see two huge eyes.

Two huge brown eyes.

I know that it probably looks like it's almost the end, with camp ending and all, but I promise that it's not the end! I'm going to write until the anniversary of Steve's death. So we clearly have a ways to go!

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