"Out of the house, she grabs her keys, runs for the hills and doesn't leave a letter, that way the impact will be much better. Away from the man that she's grown so fearful of." Down and Out - The Academy Is...



You are furious as you stomp all the way across the camp grounds. Away from him... You cannot believe he had had the nerve to say the things he did to you. What right does he have to come in pointing fingers at a girl he doesn't even know anymore? None. He has no right, you decide.

It's times like this you wish you had never even decided to come back to this God forsaken camp. You thought maybe being back at your "second home" - as you had so quaintly put it - would help fix things, to help make you, well, you again. So far though, all this camp has done is rekindled things you had hoped to hell to never deal with again.

You glance quickly around to make sure no one is watching you are you enter the deserted rec center of the camp. Whenever you are feeling down or like the weight over the world is hanging on your shoulders, you always knew that this little cabin would be waiting for you with open arms. You inch your way slowly up the old, creaky, wooden stairs that you know like the back on your hand, running your fingertips over the matching, paint chipped, adjoining rail. A shiver runs down your spine as you stop at the door and shut your eyes lightly. All the memories rush back to you all at once. Every victory, and every defeat you had at this camp had been shared with this little translucent structure on the edge of campgrounds. Every song you wrote was auditioned to the emptiness and tranquility that surrounded you. This was the soul of your Camp Rock existence, something that would never leave you.

Your hand caresses that handle before you before you establish your grip and lightly, but forceful turn the golden nob and push the rusted hinges open. The scene that unfolds before you is one that you do not remember to be in the past. The once happy and sun-filled room is now decrepit and bleak with cob webs clingy hopelessly to the corners of the room wishing not to be disturbed. As you step into this changed atmosphere you remember the days when the campers ran wistfully around the camp, exploring every inch of the property, and pushing their boundaries of desire. Kids wandering in and out freely from the rec center, stopping in occasionally to practice a dance for final jam with some privacy or looking for a creative and lively atmosphere in which to be inspired to write a new song. You remember the days when life was much easier, and you were young and in love, so you thought, and even though you had demons in our life, the good and light always out weighed the bad and the demons stayed put with the skeletons, tucked away in their cozy closets.

Now, however, the room seemed so dejected and depreciate. You thought it funny that a room's mood could match yours so precisely and be so in tune.

You stumbled though the light layer of dust that had collected in the room to your old friend who sat alone and miserable in the corner. You sit, slouched over the little stool before her, leaning over, brushing the collected dust from her face.

"You've been so neglected, haven't you?" You say despairingly, pulling but the black glazed wood panel, covering the keys of the piano. It is your only true friend at camp, you think to yourself. She knows all your secrets, all your songs, all your pain, and all your joy. She is the only one who truly know everything about you, all your secret desires and hopes and dreams. She knows everything you feel.

You lift a hand gently to her keys in sad disbelief. How could no one use this room, use her? It's so lonely.

You sigh, bringing your head down as an old man who has given up on life, and know, accepts that death is on his doorstep. It will only be moments before he embarks on eternity, but oddly he's okay with it. And so would you be.

A moment lapsed before you raise your now tear streaked face. Being in this room, and the dream you had this morning is just too much for you to bare. You need to just breathe, you need a release.

You strike one cord, and the another, and another. There is just something on your heart and you have got to let it out before it buries you alive. Suddenly you begin a song. The words just flow from your mouth without you even thinking. There is no logic to this madness, all you know is that this is the only way you can speak what's been haunting you for so long. The words just keep coming, seamlessly and as naturally as a well know song, sang a million times over:

Out of the box, out of the kitchen

Out of the world she's grown so fearful of

So fearful of

I don't ever want to see you again

I don't ever want to see you again

I don't ever want to see you again

I don't ever want to see you again my friend

This is the end

Out of the house, she grabs the keys

Runs for the hills and doesn't leave a letter

That way the impact will be much better

Away from the man that she's grown so fearful of

So fearful of

I don't ever want to see you again

I don't ever want to see you again

I don't ever want to see you again

I don't ever want to see you again

Why do I wear sunglasses in the home

When the sun went down about an hour ago?

Why do why I wear sunglasses in the home

When the sun went down about an hour ago?

Life should not be that way

Always up or down, never down and out

You dream of demons while you sleep

They'll make you stutter when you speak

Always up or down, never down and out

Dream of demons while you sleep

They'll make you stutter when you speak

Speak now or forever hold your peace in pieces

Now that I'm grown

I've seen marriages fall to pieces

Now that I'm grown

I've seen friendships fall to pieces

Weekend warriors and our best friends

The writers weren't kidding

About how all good things must end

Then again some things

Then again some things are far too good

Some things are far too good to go ahead and let go

Always up or down, never down and out

Dream of demons while you sleep

They'll make you stutter when you speak

Always up or down, never down and out

Dream of demons while you sleep

They'll make you stutter when you speak

Speak now or forever hold your peace

We won't forget Tony or Johnny oh oh

No matter how they miss us

They still wish us the best on the road

Garrett took a plane to Paris, France

Now he's cookin' up entrees for the pretty, pretty French girls

Bookends, Blue and Clarity to The Wall and Grace

Dark side, Wish and a toast to late figure eights

Weekend warriors and our best friends

The writers weren't kidding

But the good things will live in our hearts

Always up or down, never down and out

Dream of demons while you sleep

They'll make you stutter when you speak

Always up or down, never down and out

Dream of demons while you sleep

(Never down and out)

That make you stutter when you speak

Always up or down, never down and out

Dream of demons while you sleep

(Never down and out)

They'll make you stutter when you speak

Always up or down, never down and out

Dream of demons while you sleep

They'll make you stutter when you speak

Speak now or forever hold your peace in pieces

By the end of the song you are sobbing seeing the truth behind your own cryptic words. You lay your head in your hands and shake as you wish for the pain to just leave you already. You just wish-

"Hello?" A voice booms. "Mitchie, you in here?"

You gasp softly realizing you are no longer alone. You struggle of the wooden stool you had sat upon, swooping up the things you had brought along with you to the little room. Quickly, you run as silently as you can to the back door and shut it softly just before the rusted hinges squeak open on the opposing side of the room. You don't even stop to think, you just run, run as fast as your legs can carry you back into the inner camp grounds and straight to your cabin. There is no way anyone can see you in the vulnerable state you were in, and you hope to God that whoever it was did not hear the song you just sang. Oddly, you were in so much shock, you realize that you didn't recognize the voice, and even stranger, you cannot even recall wether the voice belonged to a male of female.

You just hope to God they did not hear you.


Hey sorry if it's been a while. I just am trying to space out chapters so I don't get burnt out and give up. Thank you to all my reviewers! It means so much to me, and you are all awesome! Thank you for helping me hit my goal of 13 reviews! I knew y'all could do it! I hope you love that chapter. The song she sings is Down and Out by The Academy Is... and it's basically one of my favorite songs ever. It is so well written and has such a good meaning behind it about getting away from abuse and how you may be down, but you are never down and out. It's awesome! Listen to it, it comes highly recommended. I've loved it since the day the song came out.

Anyways, how about 28 for the next chapter? that's only 4 more than I asked for this past time! You can do it! And how about some substance to it? Tell me what you like, what you want to happen, what you think will happen, yes?

XOXO

Elle