Disclaimer: I don't own WOWP or Camp Rock. I only wrote this storyline.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! (2 whole reviews!! ;D ) I'm hoping for more input and I'd love to know what you guys think about the story.


Alex POV

I woke with a start, wondering how I'd fallen asleep. I knew I was tired, but I shouldn't have let my guard down. I felt the damp ground and realized how cold I really was.

Though it was difficult to see because of the darkness, I could tell my arms were probably red and my fingertips, nose, and ears were numb. I stood and rubbed my arms, trying to keep the circulation going so I could stay as warm as possible.

I began to walk across the street I had slept by and stopped dead in my tracks. I realized a figure coming from my left directly towards me. I could tell by the faint glow from overhead streetlamps that it was a man. I knew for sure it wasn't one of them, but I wasn't going to take any chances.

Backing away slowly, then turning and running, I found it was much easier to move because I didn't notice the shattering pain in my leg or the constant throbbing in my side that would bring anyone else to the ground.

I swear I heard the person call out to me once or twice, asking me to stop. But I couldn't, not now.

But lucky me, I tripped and fell on a rock, scraping my already pained leg in the process. I sat up as best as I could, but the pain in my throat, side, ankle… everywhere…. just wouldn't stop. It was like I was paralyzed.

I noticed the figure was getting closer and closer. As I was gasping for air, I felt tears stream down my face and realized how scared I really was. I backed away while I was still on the ground, still facing the boy.

I screamed several times for him to leave me alone, until I realized that I was just screaming at him in my head. Of course he couldn't hear me. And besides, if I were to scream for help, it would be impossible to hear. We were far enough away from any civilization and my voice was too hoarse for any of that sort of strain.

So I just stopped. I sat there, head on my knees, crying. It was pathetic. I was pathetic.

"Hey," I heard him say, in more of a brooding voice than mocking.

"Don't touch me," I spat. I could almost feel the venom in my tone, trickling over each syllable.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you," he assured.

I looked up and noticed a boy around seventeen or eighteen years old. He had short, dark curls, some of which brushed against his eyebrows, which he was raising as if he were asking a question. His dark eyes contrasted his light skin, and his crooked smile would lift even the saddest of spirits.

Without noticing, I reached up and took his outstretched hand, but gasped at the sudden pain in my injured ankle and fell back on my butt.

I looked up at him, determined, brushed some hair from my face, and slowly stood up again, this time with less pressure on that ankle. When I stood, I realized the throbbing in my side had continued and my headache was painfully pulsing. The boy looked incredibly worried.

"Let me take those from you," he suggested, gesturing to my shoes and the stolen pocketknife.

All I could do was nod and lazily reach my hand out to him, and he took the items from me.

"Are you alright?" he asked, more concern filling his eyes.

I slowly nodded, and winced when my headache told me otherwise.

"What happened to you?" he prodded.

"I think… I was kidnapped, but I don't…" I could only whisper, my throat burned from lack of water.

He pulled a flashlight from a bag and then placed my stuff in it too. I noticed he had a winter jacket on, and the cold seemed to erase my other thoughts. I realized just how cold it was and began to shiver again, rubbing my hands on my arms.

"It's okay if you can't remember," he said, "But let me take you back to my place, my mom can check and see if we need to take you to a doctor."

I nodded, looking down at my dirty feet and realizing how swollen my ankle was.

Cursing to myself, I looked up again and nodded. He smiled, turned on his heel, and started walking. He turned back when he realized I was walking slowly, trying not to irritate my ankle any more.

"Need any help?"

I shrugged and began to walk faster, stopping quickly and gasping when he turned his flashlight on. Suddenly breathing became harder and soon I couldn't get any air in my lungs. I fell to my knees, gasping for any relief that I would feel if I started breathing again. He ran to my side just in time for me to pass out. Wonderful.

Mitchie POV

I had told myself everything would be fine. Alex would come back to school the next day and apologize for forgetting me at the dance, and thank me for finding her phone. I'd be angry at her, but I'd forgive her right away since we're best friends.

Well, that's what I hoped at least. But reality came crashing down on me when the bell rang for first period, and for the rest of the day, Alex wasn't at school. She wasn't there on Friday, either. I knew she wouldn't come, but… there was always a glimmer of hope when it came to Alex, right? She'd always find a way to dig herself out of a mess, even if she got herself in deep.

So why worry?

Well, for one – Alex has a big mouth and could easily get herself in trouble. That's why I called her parents and stayed at her house almost all night with them telling them how strong she was and how we'd find her, she just needed to know we were looking.

I stayed when the police came and explained everything. I gave them her phone and they said they'd keep in touch. I was worried because there was one thing I had failed to notice right by her cell phone on the night of the prom.

A small puddle, no bigger than my fist, of blood. When they told me, it was hard not to cry. But I had to be strong. I had to be strong for my best friend. Because if I cried anymore, it would all be real – she really would be missing and maybe she'd never come back. So I didn't cry. I just sat on the couch and stared at the television, which was off. I stared and waited for my friend to come.

But would she come? No one knew the answer to that.

Normal POV

Alex woke up in a huge white bedroom, and sat straight up. Unfortunately, this caused a coughing fit so she had to lay back down and bury her face in the pillow until she stopped.

She was no longer in her blue dress, but a pink silk nightgown which flowed just above her knees. She had no idea whose it was, or where she was, or how she got there.

For a moment, she flashed back to the forest and the boy.

Yes, the boy – he must have brought her to this place. Maybe it was his house. As soon as she heard floorboards creaking under the plush carpet, Alex turned over and hid her face once again, afraid of who might be walking into the room.

A light switched on in the hallway and three soft knocks on the door could be heard before the knob twisted and someone entered.

"Sweetie, are you awake?" a sweet, motherly voice inquired. There were other whispering voices behind the woman, but Alex couldn't make any out right now. She was still dizzy.

Turning over, Alex nodded, her eyes still shut tight.

The woman walked over to the bed and sat down on the foot of the bed, making it creak slightly.

"Can you sit up?" the woman asked.

Alex flipped over on her back and slowly sat up, rubbing her forehead as she did so.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?"

"Okay, I guess. My head hurts a bit and my side and ankle don't feel that great," the confused girl replied. "Where are we?"

The woman pursed her lips and explained, "I'm terribly sorry, I forgot all about introductions. I'm Rebecca Gray, my son found you in the woods while he was coming home from work and he brought you back here. You must have been through a lot, sweetie."

Alex nodded and thanked Rebecca.

The Mrs. Grey, eyes still concerned, looked Alex up and down.

"The doctor came last night and looked at your ankle, it seems to have been fractured in two places but nothing time won't heal. And you bruised three ribs, so you'll just have to watch your activity for two to four weeks. And your headache was a minor concussion, nothing much but you should sleep for a while longer. Your breathing problems were nothing, all you needed was some water. Seems your throat was closing up because you were so dehydrated, poor thing," Rebecca explained.

Alex, enthralled in the explanation, didn't notice five boys standing on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall until one cleared his throat.

"Pardon me," Rebecca apologized again, "These are my sons. Nate is the one on the left, Shane is in the middle, Jason to the right, and Frankie's in the doorway. And my husband, Kevin."

Each boy nodded when introduced, Alex immediately recognizing Nate as the one who helped her the night before. "Nice to meet you," Alex smiled sweetly.

Shane was the first to push himself from the wall and walk up to stand by his mother.

"So," Shane began, "What's your name?"

Alex looked down for a moment and pursed her lips. She drew her knees to her chest and set her head on them, thinking.

She knew her name, of course she did. She'd never forget something so important. Leaning back, Alex scratched her head and quickly drew her eyes back to the floor again.

She couldn't remember. Of all things, how could she forget her name?

Seeing that his question upset her, Shane backed away a few steps and Rebecca patted her on the back.

"It's okay, dear," she comforted, "It'll all come with time."

Pushing the boys out, Rebecca turned back to Alex and closed the door, walking back to the bed again.

"If there's anything you need, just let me know. We can talk, if you want, in the morning," she said quietly, and then slipped out the door herself.

Alex sighed and laid back in bed, but couldn't sleep. A tear rolled down her cheek, knowing that she couldn't remember anything from before last night. She couldn't even remember who she was.

Eventually, she fell asleep again, knowing only that time would heal her pain and her memory.

A/N: Okay, so that's actually not really how I pictured writing this, but it works ;) I'm having a bit of trouble with my next chapter, but it'll be up shortly. Thanks for reading!