Can this be? Am I updating for the SECOND time on the SAME DAY? YES!

Sorry, I just wrote this chapter and couldn't resist :)

Thank you to my reviewers: Halloween29, M. Cullen Hightopp and blky11. In regards to blky111's question, I'm hoping to keep this story up for a few more chapters (the last chapter will be Chapter Fourty as I don't want to end on an odd number over 5. I'm odd like that)!

Chapter Thirty Seven

White.

All I could see was the colour white.

Oh jeez.

Then I could hear it.

Beeping.

Groaning, I squeezed my eyes shut before opening them again, trying to clear my head before looking around.

I was surrounded by loads of complicated machinery, and a lot of the wires were near me…

I looked down and sighed. Needles.

Great.

I was in a hospital.

Blurry memories of being picked up and put down several times clouded my mind, along with the sound of throwing up and people talking over each other.

And Sweeney…

He had done it. He had Lucy. He had Johanna.

They were a family.

I smiled to myself. Family…

Speaking of which, what about my family?

I half expected, now I was fully awake, to see Dad, Grace and Linda crowded around my bed, crying their eyes out as they declared their feelings of how I was too young to die and how I had my whole life ahead of me and…

There was no one.

Great.

Maybe they hated me. To be fair, I couldn't blame them. I hated myself, really. But they should've been there, I thought. Even if you hate someone, you don't just leave them on their deathbed, do you?

Or do you?

I didn't know. If Grace had tired to kill herself, sure, I'd be mighty pissed, but I'd still visit her as she laid in a hospital bed, fighting for her life.

Fighting for her life…

I had heard that phrase earlier, along with voices…

Voices…

Damn, it was voices that got me into this whole mess!

"No, Joey, it was you."

I jumped as I saw Johanna standing at the bottom of my bed.

"Oh jeez, how did you get here?" I demanded. Johanna didn't even blink.

"Joey, you cannot blame anyone else," She told me. "You must take responsibility for your own actions."

"But your Father –"

"I agree that my Father should not have done what he did, but you must take responsibility."

I sighed as I crossed my arms.

"Yeah, well, taking responsibility sucks."

Johanna laughed softly.

"Joey, part of growing up is making mistakes and learning from them."

"I don't want to make mistakes, though. That's all my whole life has been! A mistake!"

Johanna didn't say anything as she disappeared, leaving me to think.

Sighing, I rolled over and fell asleep again.

I was floating again, my hospital gown having been replaced with the beautiful dress from earlier. I hummed softly to myself as I floated along, not really knowing where I was going.

I suddenly heard laughter…singing…talking…

Curious, I ran forwards. Though I was in the air, I could feel something under my feet as I ran forwards, my hair bouncing on my shoulders.

A wide grin spread across my face as I saw it.

I was in a park, a large and beautiful park, watching a family. But not just any family.

Sweeney was stood with Lucy, their hands intertwined as they spoke, occasionally laughing. Every now and then, Sweeney would bend down and kiss her.

My eyes moved from them to Mrs Lovett, who was sat on a blanket, reading a book. Though Sweeney and Lucy were together, she didn't seem jealous or annoyed.

She seemed content.

Following the sound of more laughter, I saw Anthony (who looked extremely like Ant) and Johanna, laughing as they chased each other and a young boy (who resembled Toby from the shop quite a bit).

"Joey!"

I grinned as I ran forwards and into Sweeney's arms, hugging him.

"This is so cool! I can't believe you guys are all here!" I said, hugging everyone.

"We're always going to be here, love," Mrs Lovett told me. "Whenever you need us."

"But…I won't always be able to see you." I reminded her sadly.

"Oh, Joey, you can see me on a regular basis," Anthony told me. "But it won't be me."

"Oh! You're…you're Ant's ancestor, aren't you?" I cried, pointing at him. He chuckled, nodding. "I knew it!" I spun around to Toby. "And you! You're related to Toby from the shop!"

"Yes, that's me!" He replied, looking mighty proud.

"And Mrs Valentine is your great great…great…something or other!" I said to Mrs Lovett. "And Lucy, my mum and you must be related!"

That just left Sweeney. I turned to him, my head tilted to the side as I stared him, my brow furrowing.

"I don't know anyone…" I murmured.

"Joey…"

I continued staring at Sweeney. Who was he related to? Who?

"Joey…"

"I don't know…" I whispered. "Damn! This is so annoying!"

"Joey."

"Ugh, I don't know!" I cried.

Sweeney stepped forwards, taking my face in his hands and staring deep into my eyes.

"Johanna," He said softly, and then grinned. "Joey, it doesn't matter. I am home, thanks to you."

A few tears trickled down my cheeks.

"Yeah, but I'm never gonna see you." I whispered. Sweeney's thumb brushed against my cheekbone as he wiped the tears off.

"Joey, I –"

"JOEY!"

My eyes snapped open and I shot up, my head spinning and my heart pounding.

"Whoa, Joey, it's ok."

I froze.

"Mrs Valentine?"