I kept reading Camp Rock fanfics and saw there wasn't any NatexTess so I really wanted to make one!

They might be a little OOC. This is going to be a pretty depressing story though. It's right after her performance she messed up at the Final Jam.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp rock!!

A Broken Doll

(Tess' POV)

I'm so stupid! I can't do anything right can I!?

"TESS!"

I sobbed even harder. She was going to yell at me, complain how I wasn't good enough, I was a disgrace to her…I just knew it.

"Stop crying! It's all your fault you fell! I just wish you put more effort into your performance! I didn't send you to this camp to screw up and embarrass me in front of everyone! Then I come to see you perform just to see you blow it! You just can't do anything right can you!"

Those words…they cut through me like a razorblade. Why doesn't she love me? Why am I never good enough??

"Are you even paying attention to me? Look at me!"

I slowly raised my head up. My eyes were stinging from my tears and my throat was sore from crying.

"I would have rather had you die at birth then mess up on stage. You're such a disgrace to me."

Those were her final words before she walked away. They made me cry even more. I looked at the mirror next to me that hid me from the others. I was so pale…like a porcelain doll, so fragile…but I was broken.

(Nate's POV)

"Hey guys. I'm going to go see if that girl's alright." I said getting up from my spot at the judging table.

"Alright." Shane replied to me.

"So Shane did you build my birdhouse?" Jason asked not bothering to make any notion he heard me.

"No I didn't make your stupid birdhouse for the last time Jason!"

I smiled as I walked backstage to find her. For some reason I couldn't get her out of my head. She was so pretty…but so hollow. 'Kind of like a Porcelain Doll' I thought as I entered the door to go backstage and heard yelling.

"-embarrass me in front of everyone! Then I come to see you perform just to see you blow it! You just can't do anything right can you!"

Then I heard sobbing. I quickly ran over to one of the many mirrors so I could hide behind it. That girl was sitting on the floor between two mirrors crying and a person who I assumed to be her mom was yelling.

"I would have rather had you die at birth then mess up on stage. You're such a disgrace to me."

I gasped and covered my mouth quickly hoping she didn't hear and pushed my back against one of the mirrors as she walked by then peeked out to see if she left.

(Tess' POV)

I couldn't stop crying. She wanted me dead. Maybe I should just bash my head against the mirror a bunch of times so I'll bleed to dead slowly. I wondered how much it would hurt. I slammed my wrist against the mirror and cried out in pain. It hurt a lot.

I pulled my arm away and looked at it. My wrist was bleeding and a shard of glass was sticking out of it. I watched as the crimson liquid ran down my arm in a perfect stream. After all… if you're too rough with a doll she'll break.

"Need some help?"

I glanced up quickly and hid my wrist in my lap hoping my legs would cover it. And there he was. Nate. The guitarist and singer of Connect Three along with Shane and Jason. I had to admit he was cute…cuter than Shane.

"N-no I'm fine." I said quietly with my voice sore from crying.

He smiled. "No you're not. Let me see." He replied.

I showed him my wrist and he took it in his hand. I was surprised, he was helping. He was trying to put me back together. I couldn't help but smile but it was gone as soon as it came.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked.

"You look like you needed it. This is going to hurt okay?" He said and pulled the shard out of my wrist swiftly as I bit my lip in pain. He took off his tie (I actually had to go look at the video to see what he was wearing to do this part) and used it to cover my wound.

"And I heard what happened. Pretty harsh of your mom." He continued.

"Yeah…I guess." I mumbled sadly then said, "I'm Tess."

"Nate. There, good as new." He said tying the tie enough to put pressure on it but not too tight to cut off my blood flow (Or whatever).

"Thanks." I said with a smile.

"For what?"

"For picking up the pieces."

I was a broken porcelain doll, but someone cared enough to try to fix me.

"NATE! SHANE SAID HE ISN'T GOING TO MAKE ME A BIRD HOUSE!!"

What the heck??

I had to add that last bit. XD Kevin was funny.

R&R please!