It's been a year or so since I've updated this fic and for that I am incredibly sorry, if anyone's still interested in reading then here you go, this only a small chapter compared to normal [Really short] I know but I haven't really written anything in a very long time so I'm trying to get back into things. Also I'm not sure if anyone is really interested in this story any more so.. lets see how it goes.

Mitchie's POV:

It was all a rush of movement and emotions from the minute I had woken up. At first the light hurt my eyes, I blinked trying to filter the light as my eyes adjusted to the new conditions that I had been exposed to. It wasn't until then that I finally looked around the bright room, letting my eyes wander and take in my surroundings. Hospitals, great. Not exactly my favourite place to be. Alex. She smiled at me as my eyes finally landed on her sat by my beside. How long had she been there? What had happened? What was the pounding in my head? So many questions rushing through my brain but I didn't have time for answers, not now. There was something else going on, Alex had that look, the one I had become accustomed to after spending so much time with her. She had something big to say.

Slowly I tried to move my hand, noticing the small trembles reaching for the mask that was restricting my questions from being asked. It didn't take Alex long to work out what I was aiming to do as she gently took my hand pulling it back down and away from my face. ''You can't Mitch, they need to check your breathing'' She finished softly as there was a sudden fluster of movement coming into the room. Nurses walked into the room, pushing Alex aside so they could get to me. I tried not to let her see the sudden panic in my eyes, looking away up at the ceiling. I tried to remain calm as they poked, touched and questioned me, if it wasn't for the lack of ability I had to move and the pain surging through my body I'm sure I would be fighting back, the fear was there but the scream I felt bubbling in my throat didn't even make it to the surface as they tested my breathing without the mask. I heard muttering about the smoke damage to my lungs being unknown. Smoke? Why was there smoke. Everything in my head was foggy, why am I here?

Eventually the nurses left, ensuring me that a doctor would be in shortly to speak to me about my conditions and the incident. I was clueless, I wish someone would just tell me what was going on.

''Alex'' I whispered, my throat burning as I spoke. ''Why am I here?'' It was becoming incredibly more painful with each word that escaped my lips. ''The park... Demi... You''

''I'll explain later Mitch I promise, but there's someone else you should meet.''

I looked up at Alex confused. Who in the world could I possibly need to meet? There was no one in my life, only Alex and her dad. The only other people who had ever been involved with me were a mix of social workers and police officers as I bounced around throughout my childhood. I didn't need anyone else in my life, it wasn't much of a life worth living.

''Mitch... You know how you always wanted to find your mom?''

Those words tore me out of my head. Mom. I didn't have a mom, I hadn't had one in 15 years. How the hell had Alex found her in such a short period of time. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know her, if I could forgive her for letting my dad take me, for not looking for me after the crash. For letting me live the life I had. I'm not ready to have a mom, of course I want one, who doesn't want someone to care and look after them but everything just seemed so wrong right now, the timing, the hospital. I felt like my whole world was collapsing beneath me, the only stability I have ever had in my life was myself, Alex recently coming into the equation had shaken things up enough for my liking... in a good way of course but I don't think I'm ready for this. Before I knew it I was nodding, unsure at the movement.

''You're looking at her'' She said softly, motioning towards the doorway with her hand as I looked up, confusion crossing my face.

''D-Demi?'' I questioned, mentally cursing myself for how small my voice sounded in that very moment, how vulnerable I let myself sound. The mixture of emotions circling through me right now were overwhelming and suddenly the ache in my head became a lot more prominent.

I watched slowly as Demi nodded, standing in the door way unsure of what to do with herself. Her body language told me enough, she was nervous. I had spent enough time over the years learning how to read people, learning when they were angry in attempt to prepare myself for the pain that was bound to come next.

''Mitch'' Alex whispered, her hand squeezing mine reassuringly.

''Is this a joke?'' The words tumbled out of my mouth instantly.

''No Mitch...'' Alex said, a odd twinge to her voice.

''No joke Mitchie...'' Demi was hesitant as she spoke, I could see how unsure she was about the situation, she had no idea how to approach the subject. ''I'm your m-'' She choked on the words as she spoke. ''I'm your mother.''

My head was spinning, the thumping in my skull raging on as my vision started to blur. ''Mitchie!'' I heard concerned voices followed by the sound of people rushing past me. Darkness.

Alex's POV:

''I'm your mother.'' I watched Mitchie carefully as Demi spoke, the confusion on her face being replaced by a dazed, dream like look as she visibly winced. ''Mitchie..?'' Demi said so softly I could barely hear her as Mitchie's eyes started to droop.

''Mitchie!'' I hadn't even noticed the sudden movement as Demi had called for the doctor whilst I continued to call her name. ''Mitchie!'' She wasn't doing this again, no, she had only just woken up. ''Mitchie!'' I cried a final time as her eyes finally shut and she slipped back into unconsciousness.

''What's wrong with her?'' Demi asked, now standing in the corner of the room as she moved from the doorway to let more nurses in.

''Everything's just a bit overwhelming for her, she should wake up again soon and when she does we will need to take her for a scan and ask her some questions about the fire.'' The doctor said, a serious look on his face as he reached for the file at the end of her bed, scribbling notes down on one of the pages before replacing it in its rightful place. ''She should be absolutely fine.'' He added after seeing the look on Demi's face which couldn't be much different from my own.

''Should be?!'' I abruptly questioned. I didn't want to see Mitchie like this any more, in pain. She didn't deserve it, not any of it. She has had more than her fair share of physical and psychological injuries in her lifetime, she deserved a chance at being happy.

''She will be, we are still unsure about the extent of some of her injuries but from what we can tell, she should be able to make a full recovery.''

''Thank you Doctor'' Demi spoke, cutting me off before I was able to say anything else as he nodded once more and exited the room.

''She'll be okay right Demi?'' I asked, trying my best to prevent my own voice from cracking, I had to be strong. For her.

''She will... she has to be''

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.

'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.

Like I said.. Really short chapter but I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing and to see if anyone wants me to finish this story or not.