So this is new for me. I really don't write morbid fics so... I have to say it's a bit depressive. -ahemthetitlesaysitall- It's sort of based of the book/movie The Virgin Suicides. If you haven't heard of it, you should google it or seomthing. It's pretty interesting. Anyways, I was going to make it into a mutli-chapter fic BUT likie I said, not used to writing morbid thigs so it's just a oneshot.

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Camp Rock Suicides
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Every year, since Camp Rock was shut down, the four of us ventured through the eerie woods to gather in memory of the girls that still haunt us today. It's been twenty years since they departed, but they still held the same mystique that hypnotized us in the beginning. Now that we're older, we come when we can; all five of us or two but never alone. Our busy lives get in the way of visiting this camp but we still come every year. We gather to look for more clues to the mystery that has puzzled everybody for years. We all have desperately looked into every detail about the girls of the Gibson Cabin. Why they did what they did, and if there was any way we could have prevented it. As teenage boys, every girl that past our way caught our eyes but only the girls of the Gibson Cabin caught our hearts. Five girls that were so mysterious that they made us almost obsessed with them. We knew everything about them. As strange as it might sound, we knew the very pitch of their laughs that made them easily identifiable. We knew almost everything except the reason for their suicides. They all had beautifully tragic faces, they shared the exact same scent, and despite the fact that none of them were remotely related they all shared that same over-the-shoulder smile. They were all stunning in their own way but what made them even more desirable was how little they cared about their looks. The Gibson Girls were something else.

Ella

None of us knew that her stay at Camp Rock was just an escape from a rocky relationship with her rumored boyfriend. We all saw her as the bubbly air headed girl with a different colored pout. Summer was her only escape from her life back home. She was an only child, we heard. She would run through the tall blades of grass fields, the ones we were forbidden to go to because of the snakes. Ella never cared. She would run openly to those fields to enjoy a moment in the sun. Nate, Barron, Sander and I always wondered if she would mind if we joined her. Her childlike giggles and twirls made her so inviting. But the moment Brown Cessario ran out and pulled her by the ear, we stopped our silly fantasizing. There were rumors flying around that she purposely ran out to the fields to get bitten by a snake to go back home. None of us believed it. Why would she purposely harm herself to go back to that undeserving boyfriend? Still, none of us could help but to notice how gaunt her face looked despite that same red smile plastered on her lips. We asked Brown if there was anything wrong but he never said a word. It shouldn't have surprised us that she was the first to go but it still did.

-Jason

Tess

If scientists could unlock life's greatest mystery it would come nowhere near to the enigma that was Tess Tyler. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her corn silk hair was as pure as golden strands. Her voice was comparable to an angel's. There was no doubt that she had inherited all her mother's talent: T.J. Tyler. Her mother was perhaps the biggest female recording artist of that decade. Tess was expected to surpass her mother. She was a big deal at Camp Rock. Almost every girl wanted to be her friend but she had already established her close clique in the Gibson Cabin. When we had nothing else to do we would sneak out and spy on them. We always saw Tess prancing around in micro shorts and a midriff tank late at night. She was always that happy-go-lucky girl that would smile through the toughest times and always found comfort on the stage. We wondered if we could ever find a flaw on Tess. She was perfect. She was radiant when she was back here in Camp Rock. Tess loved to dance. Once she was courageous enough to join Ella out in the grass field and dance away. She danced to her own humming. That angelic hum. Even if she hummed softly we could still hear her voice pierced through the air. And if you listen closely, you could still hear it.

-Barron

Mitchie

She was the newest of the bunch. Almost fresh meat. At quick glance she was nothing but another girl. But if you looked harder, you would nearly slap yourself for almost overlooking her. Mitchie was dainty. She had this doll-like quality to her. She wasn't plastic. She was pure. She was everything that made a guy go crazy. Cute little smiles. A laugh that sounded like bells. Incredibly talented. She would climb up in the trees and play her guitar. The only way we could differentiate her voice from the birds was that Mitchie had background music that intertwined with her voice so well, we had to convince ourselves she was real. She was the most musically inclined. She was an impressive package for such a little girl. And she was a joker as well. She had the guts to go out in the middle of the night and play Chopin, at the loudest volume, in the piano room- waking up every single soul from the camp. We could hear her laugh as she ran back to the Gibson Cabin and plop into bed before Brown caught her. If I had a favorite, it would be Mitchie. Shy and sweet. Funny and outgoing. Who would have thought she had problems as severe as the other girls? Not me. All I saw was Mitchie the girl who I first fell for.

-Sander

Peggy

I never heard Peggy speak. Well she never spoke directly to me at least. The only form of noise I heard from Peggy was her singing and that ringing laugh. If I tried hard enough I could hear her whispers when she chatted among her friends. Even if I was involved with Tess, Peggy always caught my eye when the five of them walked by. There was something more to her than her mute self and her dark skin that made her stand out from the rest. Her eyes. They were a deep set of dark brown, almost close to black. They were hypnotizing. They resembled the beady eyes of stuffed animals, except her eyes weren't vacant. Her eyes held this aura that made up for her lack of words. Her heart wasn't on her sleeve, it was in her eyes. You knew she was happy because there was this gloss from her eyes that made her seem alive. You knew she was upset because her eyes were dry, lifeless, and dull. Peggy never had a grey area to her. She was always black or white, happy or sad, energetic or lazy. She was good or she was bad. Brown caught her once smoking while she was supposed to be at vocal lessons. His yell was loud enough for the whole camp to hear. All Peggy did was drop her cigarette, smoosh it with her foot, and walk off.

-Shane

Caitlyn

When I first met Caitlyn, I was sure I was dreaming. Her heart shaped face was framed with ringlets of honey colored brown hair. She looked like she was straight from a silent film. Her clothes were the only thing that grounded me. Bright and loud. She still had that classic movie look to her. Full lips. Pale skin. Perfect eye brows. Thin waist. Shapely legs. Long neck. I wasn't sure what she was doing at a musical camp. She should be out acting on Broadway or something. It wasn't till later that I found out she was planning on producing. She loved music. I got a chance to talk privately with her. Well, she did all the talking. I couldn't bring myself to say anything. She chatted on the different types of music and their origins. She could openly discuss the emotions of country music and the intricate beats of an African drum song. She was intimidating. Beautiful but intimidating. She had this vibe of 'you can look but you certainly can't touch'. And nobody did touch her because as far as we knew it Caitlyn was the one who needed to be protected. As strong as she looked Caitlyn was the fragile one. She was the one that if you couldn't figure out what was going on in their clique Caitlyn's disposition would say it all. She was breakable.

-Nate

This year was no different, all five of us sat at the dock looking at the dark Gibson Cabin. None of us dared to enter in fear that we might ruin the image of what once was. We all clutched on to an item of great importance. Well we all had a variety of things that once belong to the girls but we held on to one thing that meant a lot to us.

A set of old lip glosses.
A mirror.
A song book.
A guitar.
And
An old outdated laptop.

If you really think about it, we were stupid for clinging to the past. We all moved far away, married, and had kids. We could be up at a diner catching up and talking about the old times. No. We journeyed here to the same place where all our teenage memories were. Where our girls were.

Ella- Our Dreamer
Tess- Our Fallen Angel
Mitchie- Our Songbird
Peggy- Our Misshapen Puzzle Piece
Caitlyn- Our China Doll

Five 38 year-olds, with nothing in common but the five girls that won't let us live. Imagine that.

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And yes, they all died. Tell me what you think, I know it's a but OC and AU but I strangely like it.

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