This is an idea that I got recently and I wanted to test it out. Let me know what you think about it, yay or nay? Continue or destroy?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock.

Mitchie Torres stepped out into the real world for the first time in six months. The brunette held a neutral face as she hopped into the black SUV that was meant to take her to the Chicago airport. As many already know, Mitchie has spent the past half of the year in rehab. Yes, rehab. Contrary to the first reports that suggest the young eighteen year old had checked in due to drug addictions, her real reasons are far more personal. The troubled girl was just that, troubled.

"Good to see you again, Mitchie." Her manager, Cindy, said to her as she adjusted herself in her seat. "Welcome back."

Mitchie flashed her a small smile and focused her eyes outside of her window. She watched as the treatment center she had once loathed disappeared into the day. This car ride was the start to a new life for her. A better, cleaner life.

Mitchie leaned her head against the car window and closed her eyes. She thought long about what would happen next. She'd be on a flight to LA in less than thirty minutes but after that, everything was undecided. She was eager to leave treatment and be with family again but was nervous to see how her fans would take this. Many of them stuck through with her while she as in rehab, others just completely turned their back. They turned their back when Mitchie needed them most.

"Are you okay?" Cindy asked, noticing the girl was awfully quiet.

"I'm just nervous." She admitted. "Hey can I ask for a favor?" she asked as she looked down at her wrists.

"Yeah, what do you need?" Cindy asked.

"Can we go to a tattoo parlor when we get to LA?" Mitchie asked her firmly.

Her manager raised an eyebrow but quickly nodded. "Of course."

"I just need to have a reminder that I can do this." She whispered.

"I'll let your family know the new plan." Cindy said. She quickly took out her cell phone and texted Mitchie's parents who were patiently waiting for their daughter in LA.

"Thanks." Mitchie said.

The girl went back to her thinking position as she rested her head back onto the window. She thought about how blessed she was, how lucky she got to still be alive.

FLASHBACK

"Mitchie, come on! You're going to miss your recording session." Dallas, Mitchie's older sister, yelled as she knocked loudly on her sister's bedroom door. "Mitchie!"

No answer. She knocked a few more times and then tried to open the door. "Michelle, open this damn door!" Dallas yelled getting aggravated.

She counted to five in her head and then went into her room to search for a paper clip. She ran back to Mitchie's door and knelt down, attempting to unlock it. "Finally!" she claimed as she swung open the door.

The tall brunette walked into the room expecting to find her younger sister passed out on her bed, but instead she found empty sheets. She could hear the water running in Mitchie's bathroom so she quickly walked over to it.

"Mitchie, be ready in twenty minutes or else…" Dallas said before shock made her go silent. She tried to speak but she couldn't, absolute silence. Her body went into fight or flight mode as she sprinted towards the shower. She quickly turned the running water off and picked up her younger sister from the shower floor. She had been sitting there with her head tilted to the side and her eyes completely closed. Dallas noticed blood descending into the shower drain and let out a huge shriek. She walked over to Mitchie's bed and sat down with her sister in her lap.

"Mitchie… please… stay with me." Dallas managed to say. "Don't leave me Mitchie." She croaked as her tears fell.

Dallas gently grabbed Mitchie's wrists and noticed immediately what was going on. Her sister had done it again, she had cut but this time it was deeper than ever before.

"Mom!" Dallas cried as loudly as she possibly could. "Dad! Somebody, help!"

She brought her sister's head to her chest and swayed back and forth. She needed her to be okay, she needed her to wake up and smile that big bright smile she seldom smiled. "Don't you fucking die on me, Mitchie. Please don't do this to me." She cried.

"Dallas?" her mom and dad said in unison as they arrived into Mitchie's room. The two were out of breath after running up a flight of stairs after hearing their twenty-two year old daughter's screams.

"I-I just found her in the shower." Dallas said. "I don't know if she's okay."

What happened next was a blur to everyone. Mitchie was rushed to the hospital while her parents and two sisters followed behind. It didn't take long for news of Mitchie's hospitalization to reach the media. Within an hour of her arrival at Cedar Sinai Hospital half the nation knew about it.

END FLASHBACK

Mitchie let the thought of that day sink to the back of her mind. She couldn't bring herself to face her older sister who had, in reality, saved her life. She owed the girl everything and then some, but how what would she say to her?

"We're here." Cindy said as the two arrived at LAX. Mitchie had been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize she had boarded a plane in the first place.

The two walked through the airport in search of Mitchie's family. The young girl let out as many sighs as possibly before noticing a familiar figure about twenty yards away.

"MITCHIE!" Maddie, her little sister, yelled as she made her way to her. She threw her arms tightly around her sister's waist. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too, Maddie." Mitchie smiled. She placed a gentle kiss on her younger sister's forehead and took her hand. They walked over to where Maddie had been seconds ago.

"Oh, my baby!" Mitchie's mom said as she hugged her daughter. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks mom" Mitchie said with a smile. Six months ago she'd roll her eyes at the compliment because she thought it was complete bogus, today she felt it.

"Good to have you back, sweetie." Her dad said as he too brought her into an embrace.

"Hey, sis." Dallas said as she waited for her parents to hug Mitchie.

"I love you." Was all that Mitchie could say before her eyes went cloudy and the tears began to fall. "I love you so much."

Dallas threw her arms around her sister's neck and kissed her cheek. "I love you too Mitchie." She said. "It's good to hug you again."

The family of five finished their embraces and headed to the nearest tattoo parlor. Mitchie already had a design in mind.

"I'd like to get 'Stay Strong' please, one in each wrist." She told her the tattoo artist. He nodded and drew up exactly what she had asked.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Yeah, and with a heart at the bottom of strong please." She said as she drew him the design of the heart.

"Okay." He shrugged. He took a seat and began to do his work. After a few minutes he was done. "Good?" he asked.

"Perfect." Mitchie smiled. "Thank you."

After she got her tattoos, Mitchie and her family went over to the house to have some family time. "I thought you said Shane was coming with y'all" Mitchie said as they entered their home. Shane was the lead singer of a band named Connect 3, a band in which he played with his two other brothers. He was also Mitchie's boyfriend since before her incident.

"He had a meeting with his brothers." Her mom told her. "He said he'd be here as fast as possible though."

"Okay." Mitchie nodded. She held strong feelings for Shane, but love wasn't the word. The two of them had been dating for about a year now and he even stayed with her through her problems. Mitchie was thankful for that, but he never really called her, or cared to send her a letter. Mitchie knew that if she and Shane broke up, she wouldn't be too affected by it.

As soon as the family settled down in the living room, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Mitchie said as she got up.

She had a feeling it'd be Shane and she was right. "Hey pretty girl" he said as she opened the door. He brought one arm around her neck and hugged her.

"Hey Shane." She smiled.

Shane placed his lips onto Mitchie's and then pulled back. "Missed you, you know that?" he said.

"I missed you too." She said as she moved back from the door and letting Shane come inside. "We were just settling down in the living room. Come."

Shane followed behind Mitchie as the two entered the living room. Mitchie and Shane sat on an empty couch. He sat down first and opened his arm for her to nestle into him, just like she used to do.

"So Mitchie, how's it feel to be back?" her dad asked her.

"Good. I missed everyone." She said with a pout. "I'm ready to spend time with all of you and hopefully get back into the studio."

"Already?" her mom asked.

"I have a lot of things on my mind I want to get down." Mitchie admitted.

"Well just take your time. You're career isn't going anywhere, your fans still care." Her mom told her.

"Mom, I'm ready to get back into the studio." She admitted. "I want to get back on tour and play my music to the fans who've helped me through this."

"My brothers and I are planning a summer tour with Mikayla." Shane said. "It won't be for another three months so maybe if your albums out by then we can all tour together."

"I'll take you up on that." Mitchie smiled at him. Sure the girl had just gotten out of rehab, but there was nothing that made her feel better than being out on stage with her fans.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" her mom asked her.

"Music is my escape mom, i need it." Mitchie said. "Writing songs and releasing CD's is what i do, being on stage in front of my fans is what makes me happy."

Her parents dropped the subject and began to talk to Shane. Mitchie slowly took out her phone and sent her manager an email asking for her to schedule a recording session. She knew she might be rushing herself but being in that studio always made her feel so much better. Mitchie Torres was a healthier, better person today but she still wasn't perfect and she was going to battle with her problems for a long time, but she knew her music was going to help her. She was sure of that.

The idea literally has been stuck in my head and i needed to get it out. Yes, it is a Mitchie/Mikayla story... just give it time to get there. I promise :) If it's worth continuing, then i have good ideas... :) please review and let me know what you think.