Part two of this short story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line.

Dear, Well, Anyone who reads this,
I killed someone. Someone I loved, it wasnt intentional, but I did it. Her name was Mitchie. I treated her badly because I was so scared of the feelings that I was having. I had never been in love before and so I knew I had to stop it. My mom told me love was a bad thing. Thats why she doesnt love me. She has never told me she loved me. Maybe that is why I am so cold hearted. Maybe that is why I cant seem to be nice to anyone. Mitchie told me that she was in love with me and I knew I had to talk her out of it. She couldnt love me. No one loves me. Mom told me that too. I have so much anger built up so I took it all out on Mitchie. Well, Mitchie killed herself, and its my fault. That is why I am a monster.

All my problems came from how my mom raised me. My mom raised me saying "Dont eat too much, I cant have a fat daughter, the press wouldnt like that." I wasnt allowed to eat sugar at all. My mom raised me telling me to never make a mistake. Any mistake that I made never went unpunished. I did something as simple as spilling a drop of milk on the floor and my mom beat me. She hit and kicked me until my whole torso was covered in bruises and it hurt to breath. Never make a mistake she told me. You must never do that. The press will find out.

My mom completely destroyed my self esteem when I was ten. She took me to the store and put me on diet pills. Then she took me to the salon and had then completely make me over. The press cant see my ugly daughter, I have to make you beautiful, She said. Because I wasnt beautiful. It was always about the press and how they would see her. She forced me into singing because I needed to take after her. I like singing sure, but i'm not passtionate about it. My true love is painting. I wanted to be an artist and go to an art school. But mom didnt like that. She said the press wouldnt like that. I had to sing. This was my mom all my life.

My father and mother split up when I was 5. My mom's fame got to her head and she left my dad to go find a richer man that the press would aprove of. My father was heart broken. He took that pain and tried to make it go away with alcohol. By the time I was 6 my dad was an alcholic. He became abusive. On the weekends when I would go to his house, he would shove me to the ground and hit me with random objects in the house. When I turned 12 my father started raping me. Telling me that he was the only person that would ever want me sexually and that I should just accept it. This is one reason why I did what I did to Mitchie. She wanted me. My father still rapes me when I see him. Which is very rarely. I try to stay away from him.

In school, I get bullied. Anyone at camp rock wouldnt believe me considering how I act, but at school I am the pathetic girl who's mother and father dont even love her. They throw things at me and push me to the ground. When I come to Camp Rock it's my escape from all of that. At Camp Rock I am the superior one. I am the intimidating one. The one everyone wants to be. I love it. I embrace it.

I love the feeling of control. Thats why I loved controling Mitchie so much. I took pride in knowing that she would do whatever I told her to. I loved the power that I had over her. The feeling I got from stripping her of her clothes and completely taking control. I was in control of her body, her amount of pleasure, everything. I was in control. I could take that pleasure away from her and dangle it over her head and use it to get anything I wanted. It's sick I know. But thats how it is. I loved and hated the fear I saw in her brown eyes when I took control. Having control adrenalizes me. Thats why I started cutting. Shocking I know. Tess Tyler cuts herself. Proud of me now mom? I hope not. I hope this note gets out to the press so that everyone knows what a cold hearted bitch you are. I want everyone to know how you treated me.

Mitchie I know you are in Heaven reading this. So I want you to know that I'm sorry for what I put you through. I didnt realize how much pain you were in until I read your note. I am sorry. I know I never see you again even though I am about to draw my last breath. I know you are in Heaven and I am surely going to Hell. I mean how could I not? I killed you. I took your life, your youthfullness away from you for my own selfish needs. Im sorry Mitchie. I really am.

What I am doing is tribute to you Mitch. I took your life so I deserve to die too. I love you Mitchie. I always have. Im sorry. Im so so sorry. I love you.

Sincerely,
Tess Tyler

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