I know, I know, it's been forever and you can kick my ass, but just finish it first, ok? There will be a LONG A/N at the end :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, which would be awesome because I would have Joe Jonas. *sigh*

Mitchie ran, ran as fast as she could away from Tess' house, from the party, from him. It felt like her heart was ripping into a thousand pieces and it was all his fault. She never asked for this. She never wanted to fall in love- wait, love? Was that what she felt for Shane? Was that why it felt like he broke every inch of her heart? Once Mitchie realized this, she stopped.

She never wanted this. She just wanted to get through the day without any problems, without Josh doing anything to her or her mom, and now look where she is...

Mitchie let a few tears drop from her eyes before running again. She finally found herself in front of her house, so she quickly got inside and went up to her room. Looking around, she saw the razor on her dresser. The last time she'd cut was this morning, and there was a bit of dried blood on the shiny blade. Mitchie just stared at it, not blinking, not moving, until she finally grabbed it. She turned it over a few times before throwing it in the trash, shaking her head in disgust.

She finally sat on the ground and cried. Cried for losing Shane. Cried for losing Cynthia. And most of all, cried for herself. How she'd let everything get this far, she'd never know, but she knew how to fix it.

She crawled over to her phone and pushed a few numbers.

"Hello? Mitchie?" a confused voice said on the other side.

"Daddy, I need your help," she sniffled.

"Mitchie, I told you, you can't talk to me. We can get into some serious trouble."

"I'm coming over," Mitchie suddenly said.

"What?"

"I need to leave this place, start over. I need you," she said quietly.

"Mitchie..." her dad sighed.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes, okay?" After writing down his address, Mitchie hung up the phone. She took one last look around her room and went to leave. However, before she left, she wrote a note, knowing that someone would come looking for her. She placed it on top of her pillow, gathered some clothes and left her room. For good.

"Come on, Nate! Stop being a pussy and run faster!" Shane yelled out at Nate as they ran to Mitchie's house, Nate trailing behind.

"I'm sorry I don't run as often as you do," Nate gasped out. Once Mitchie's house was in sight, he slowed down to a slow jog. Shane sighed and continued sprinting up to her house.

"Mitchie!" Shane yelled as he banged on the front door. He stood speechless as the door opened slowly, revealing the dark house inside. Nate shrugged when Shane looked at him, so they both went inside. They both called her name, but were met with silence. Slowly walking upstairs, they noticed Mitchie's door open a bit. Shane walked in first, turning on the light and gazing around her room for the first time. Among the black walls and thick curtains was a note on her pillowcase. Shane looked nervously at Nate before picking it up and reading.

I'm sorry for anyone I'm leaving behind, but I have to do this. I can't take this life anymore. I know it seems like I'm running away, but I'm not. A change of environment will be good for me.

And Shane, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry it had to come to this. But what happened with you pushed me over the edge. You broke my heart, Shane. And no matter how hard I try to put it back together, there will always be cracks. I know you love Tess, but couldn't you have cushioned the fall my heart took? I told you I can't open up my heart without a care, yet you threw it around as if it was a toy. You know I hate having hopes because every hello always end in a goodbye, and that seems to be where it's heading now. Goodbye, Shane.

-Mitchie

Shane stared at the letter, his eyebrows furrowed over his eyes. Nate silently read it over his shoulder and sighed, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. Shane jerked it away, Nate's hand falling limp to his side.

"She left because of me," Shane said softly, appearing calm, but Nate knew better.

"Shane-"

"She left because I was foolish to choose Tess over her. She gave me her all and I just let her down." Shane sat down on her bed and put his head in his hands.

Nate just stood there silently, unsure of what to do. "Well," he started nervously. "I know this might not be the best thing to say, but it kinda is your fault." Shane gave him a murderous glare at that, making Nate put his hands up to show he had more to say. "You knew how fragile Mitchie is, you can't just throw her around like that. But what's done is done. Do you have any idea where she could have gone?"

Shane thought about everything he knew about Mitchie. How the only other person she cares about, the only other person she'd be with right now is her father. "But where does he live?" Shane whispered.

"What?" Nate asked but Shane shushed him and slowly started to look around Mitchie's room. Scanning every surface, Shane found a ripped piece of paper on the floor behind the door, covered in Mitchie's curvy handwriting. He picked it up and realized it's exactly what he was looking for: Mitchie's father's address.

"Nate, do you have any idea where Noth Street is?" Shane asked, staring intently at the paper.

"Yeah, it's on the other side of town, why?" Nate answered confusedly.

"We're going to find Mitchie."

Mitchie slowly walked down an alley, making her way towards her father's apartment. Each noise was amplified by her paranoia, so when a cat knocked down a trashcan, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She let out her breath when she saw the feline slink behind the can. Mitchie briefly smiled before a cry pierced through the silent night. Seemingly coming from inside the can, Mitchie slowly opened the lid to be met with a shocking sight.

A baby was lying on top of a bag of trash, wrapped in a blanket with the name Cynthia stitched on and crying. Mitchie's eyes immediately teared up as she reached down to touch her younger sister for the first time.

"Oh, look at that. A family reunion." Ice went through Mitchie's veins as she heard the voice she never thought she'd hear again. "Sorry, I don't seem to have a camera with me to document this precious moment."

"Josh," Mitchie hissed without turning around. He cackled and stepped closer to her.

"Right in one," he whispered into her ear, making her shiver.

"I thought you were caught?"

"I was, but the cops have nothing on me. I got connections." He winked with her and before Mitchie knew it, he had a bag over her head and started carrying her away, muffling her screams with his hand.

Sucky ending, I know, but that's it. Shane and Nate are trying to find Mitchie, Mitchie is kidnapped by Josh... what could I possibly write the sequel about? Haha. I will post the sequel on August 14th because that is my 1 year anniversary of writing and when I first posted this :') Time flies when you're having fun. Also, that's the day of my Jonas Brothers concert with Camp Rock and friends (and Demi) which is pretty ironic haha. So I'll update then go to the concert. I'll probably tell you guys about it in my second chapter haha. 15th row VIP baby! And I'm hoping for a meet and greet. The sequel will be called Move Along, just so you know. And it will take place a considerable amount of time after this. I'm gonna try to make it better than this story, cus if you read any of my other stories, you can see I can write soooo much better than I've been writing this. Tell me what you want in the sequel :)

Also, there is a Camp Rock awards going on (Indie CR Awards) and I'm nominated! Not for this story, but 7 others of mine, How to Save a Life, Fades to Black, The Aftermath, Don't Forget, Fallen Angel, Our Love's The Perfect Crime and When the World Comes Down. Go read them if you haven't already :D But seriously, I don't want you guys to vote for me. There are so many other unrecognized writers like me but they have sooooooooo much more talent than I do. I don't want to rob them of that so please, vote for your favorite stories. The first round of voting ends on Friday so... hurry up!

I can't believe this is the last chapter :'( Anyways, please follow me on twitter, I'm joannacamilley there too. I love talking to other writers and if you have had the joy of me reading your stories, you'll know I review every chapter ;) I'm on almost 24/7, so come talk to me! If you don't have a twitter, you can always just PM me on here :)

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