I'm just going to let you read on. My authors note will be at the end. This is it you guys. Enjoy.

I sat quietly on the tour bus that I shared with my husband and daughter, tracing the scars on my wrist. These scars told a story of loss, sadness, betrayal, anger, fear, and above all else, loneliness. Every day, I would sit down, whether it was in my home in Los Angeles, or at my parent's home in Minnesota, or on a tour bus, and just remember why I have these scars.

They remind me of where I've been. What I've done. Who I've allowed into my life. Who I've kicked out of my life. They are daily reminders to keep holding on. They also remind me of where I'm going. I have every intention of never inflicting another scar on my wrist.

One day my daughter will ask about these scars. She'll ask me how I got them. Then when she's older she'll ask me why I did it. What will I tell her? Will I explain that I went to a very bad place? Or will I admit that I was too afraid to face my own demons without certain people in my life. I guess I'd have to figure that out when the time came. I had years for that to happen.

"Ready to roll Mitchie?" Nate asked. I looked up and smiled at him.

"You bet. Where's Allison?" I asked. As if on cue, my adorable two year old poked her head up and smiled at me. She had her father's eyes. I smiled at them both and stood up.

"Let's get going!" I said, walking down the steps of the tour bus.

"You ready for this?" Nate asked. I nodded and felt him wrap his arm around me. He kissed my head and patted my back.

"You're going to be amazing out there. And we'll all be watching," he said. I nodded and bent down to pick up Allison. She looked into my eyes.

"Momma gonna sing?" she asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. You're going to go with Uncle Nate and find Auntie Caity and Uncle Jason," I said.

"Where's Daddy?" she asked. I looked at Nate.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon. He said he was running an errand," Nate said. I groaned.

"He always does this right before a show," I said. Nate nodded and kissed my forehead as he took Avery.

"Rock it Sis. Uncle Brown and your mom are supposed to be here tonight too," Nate said. I smiled.

"Good. If Shane doesn't show up, I'll have Brown whip him for me," I said playfully. I was able to shout a quick goodbye before a pair of stagehands came and whisked me away. It was time to get seated. I stood carefully on the little elevator that I would rise up on. Tonight was going to be my best show yet. I could feel it.

Not my best show. I had forgotten the words to a couple of my songs, fallen, not once, not twice, but three times! And to top it all off, I had a slight wardrobe malfunction. I'm pretty sure my step-dad and brothers-in-law saw a view that nobody but my mom and husband had seen. Note to self, no more wearing extra tight jeans. I can't bend over in them.

"You were amazing!" Mom said as she enveloped me in a huge hug after the concert. I smiled and hugged her back. After Camp Rock was over, I moved home for three months, since I still had to finish my senior year of high school. Unfortunately, word got around about Shane and I and suddenly I was the butt of all the jokes. My mother, not wanting me to fall back into my depression, quickly pulled me out and began homeschooling me for a few months. I graduated early.

I ended up cutting Sierra out of my life. Well, I take that back. She cut me out of her life the day I drank the vodka. I cut her out of my life when she tried to get to Jason and Nate through my ties with them. I don't have any friends from my old high school and I must say, I'm way better off without them!

"Thanks Mom, but I kept messing up," I said, pulling away.

"Ah, messing up is gonna happen. But you still owned it," Brown said, pulling me into a hug. Now I'm sure most of you are going to ask, but yes. Mom and Brown did get married. This past year, four years after Shane and I got married. It kind of makes our family dynamics a little awkward, but we'll explain everything to our children when they start asking questions.

Camp Rock closed down about two years ago, but ever since then, there was people demanding it be reopened, so Shane and I agree that we would take it over with the help of our wonderful family.

"You were great as always Mitch," Caitlyn said. She and Nate tied the knot two years ago and are currently expecting a baby. She's only two months in, but the way that she's blowing up, I'm guessing that she's having twins. Nate is extremely excited to just be a father. Jason found a girlfriend named Casey. They've been dating for about two years and I'm expecting them to tie the knot soon. All Jason has to do is teach a carrier pigeon to deliver a ring.

"I'm so sorry I was late baby!" a voice behind me exclaimed. I turned around and saw Shane holding a bouquet of orchids, my favorite flower. They made me feel so amazing. I smiled lightly and shrugged.

"It's alright. It wasn't a great show anyways," I said. He shook his head.

"I'll bet it was amazing," he said. Shane and I were doing amazing. He had his own career, I had mine, and Allison was already insisting that she start acting lessons, so we had her career to deal with in a few years. Shane and I had ended up dating for three months after Camp Rock before he popped the question. I had told him no at first and then he spent the next four months asking if I was ready to say yes. I finally caved.

"Mitchie, are you coming to bed or not?" Shane asked through the bathroom door. I stood, looking down at the series of sticks, waiting for my phone to tell me five minutes were up.

"Just give me two more minutes," I said.

"Why two?" he asked.

"Shane, why must you be so nosy?" I asked.

"Because I'm a nosy person, duh," he said. I laughed lightly. Finally my phone blinked that the time was up. I looked at the three sticks. They all had little plus signs. I smiled widely and grabbed them. I threw open the door and ran over to the bed where Shane was.

"Look!" I exclaimed.

"Mitch, I don't wanna see another tampon that looks like a penis. They all look like that!" Shane said. I shook my head.

"This is better than that! And it did not look like a normal tampon. I'm telling you!" I exclaimed. Shane sighed and sat up. I showed him the pregnancy tests. He took them and looked at them.

"You're pregnant?" he asked, in disbelief. I nodded.

"You're pregnant!" he exclaimed, tackling me onto the bed and placing kisses all over my face and stomach.

"You did it Shane," I said. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"As much as I'd love to take the credit, I believe you did help with this Mitch," he said. I laughed and shook my head.

"Not that!" I exclaimed.

"Then what?" he asked. I looked up and him and smiled lightly.

"You really could fix my heart."

Maybe I'm just being too critical, but that wasn't my best. I wish I could rewrite it, but I know that it wouldn't be much different.

I'm honestly crying as I'm writing this. I have no idea what's going to happen once this is all done. I know that I am planning on writing a new story and I'm in the middle of revisions to One Year with Aden, but what's going to happen once it's over? Will I continue writing fanfictions? Will I pursue something more practical? I honestly have no idea and that scares me.

I hate ending stories. I grow so attached to the story and I don't want it to end, even though I have nothing left in me for that story.

I hate starting new stories even more than I hate ending old ones. I feel like the first few chapters MUST appeal to all the readers you can possibly draw in because I know that some readers check out the reviews on a story before actually reading the story. It's kind of like a movie. If it doesn't get in the top 3 at the box office the first weekend, it's probably not all that great. So I'm really hoping my next story will be as successful as this one and Speak Now.

I'm just going to say it here and now, there will be NO SEQUEL to Fix a Heart any time soon. I'm not making any promises about a sequel because I have an idea or two, but I have no idea how to start the sequel. So don't hold your breath on it happening until this time in 2013, at the EARLIEST!

If you'd like to go on my personal list of people to contact when I post the new story (meaning, I'll PM you when I publish it so you can be some of the first readers) than send me a PM and let me know and I'll be sure to PM you when I first publish it. It's called Meet Me at the Alter and it's a romantic comedy. And yes, it's a Camp Rock fiction! Of course! :)

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So, until we meet again, just remember I love you all!
Tianna Marie