Ok so I know it's been FOREVER since I last updated but I've been so busy and anything that I wrote just wasn't very good and I wanted this chapter in particular to be perfect so I'm going to try and do this now and hopefully you will enjoy it! Please review, thankyouuuuu.

Alex P.O.V

"A deep anger, a deep sadness and most of all a deep love."

"Aleeeex" ….. "Aleeeeex" I felt a finger poking me in my side and I realized I had completely blanked out for God knows how long. I was currently sat on the couch at Mitchie's house with my head resting against her chest. I usually love the time we spent together like this, juts relaxing with no distractions, but Miley's comment where still bothering me.

"Baby what's wrong? You seem distracted" Mitch speaks with a concerned look falling across her face. She strokes my hair softly knowing that it calms me down instantly and always makes me a little sleepy.

I turn around so I'm lying in-between her legs with my head perched on my hands that rest on her stomach.

"I'm fine I was just thinking about something" I smile at her.

"What were you thinking about" she asks while playfully touching my nose with her index finger. I scrunch up my nose and reply with a simple "Nothing important" she smiles and kisses lightly where her finger had previously been and goes back to watching TV.

If I tell her she'll only tell me to go on tour and to do what makes me happy, I know it and deep down I know that's not what I want to do. I couldn't leave her and Miley was doing nothing but confusing me and making me think things I don't truly feel. I shake the thought of touring and going out on my own out my head and look into the eyes of the girl I love. The girl I couldn't live without and the girl I almost lost.

"Michelle…Mitch what's wrong?!" I couldn't comprehend the scene playing out in front of me. Joe was holding Mitch by her arms as she limped down to the floor. She appeared to be high or drunk or just on something, I had no idea but all I knew was that she was not present, I wasn't looking at my Mitchie. Her face was bruised and bloody and she was a mess. My heart physically hurt. Every bit of pain that was possessing her body washed over me. I knelt down and held her face firmly between my hands.

"Mitch what is happening?" I say firmly attempting to look in her eyes but they roll back into her head and are hazed over. She was completely gone. My heart raced. I had never seen Mitch like this before. We had broken up a couple of months ago over a stupid row about school or scheduling, truly I don't even remember it was so unimportant. I hadn't heard from her and I figured she was just off filming or something but I got a call from her mother a couple of days ago asking if I had seen her. It panicked me but I just assumed she was off having time to herself. I still loved her, of course, and planned to ask for her back when I was done recording my album. When I could fully pay attention to her. The feeling of being too late couldn't help but creep into my brain. Could this all be because of me? I shake it off, I need to focus on her right now and if that were true it would crush me. The guilt of ruining the one I love would be an unbearable pain much like the one I feel currently but I imagine much, much worse.

"Where did you find her?" I ask Joe, still knelt in front of Mitch.

"She called me from her apartment, she was like this when I found her but she kept saying your name I figured I should bring her to you. I'm sorry if I was wrong" He replies sounding stressed and partially angry which I found strange.

"No, no don't be silly! Of course you weren't wrong. I will help her any way I can"

I reach into my pocket and call the ambulance knowing it was the right thing to do.

20 to 30 minutes later the paramedics turn up and me and Joe get into the Ambulance with Mitch.

I hold her hand tightly and pray that she will be ok still unsure of what actually happened but having a pretty good idea.

"Alex there's something I need to tell you." Joe mumbles looking down at his fidgeting hands.

"What is it?" I ask scrunching my eyebrows together.

"Alex, Mitch hasn't been doing too good. When you left it destroyed her. She turned to drugs and alcohol and she's been hanging around with the wrong sorts of people. Every couple of weeks she'd come to my door bruised and disorientated. She'd crash at mine and get herself together only to leave again and repeat the same thing a few days later." I was stunned. I blink and try to comprehend what I have just been told. I hated my sheer ignorance to what had been happening, I felt selfish,guilty and completely to blame.

"She always told me not to tell you but now its come to this and I didn't think I had a choice but to tell you and like I said she kept asking for you so I figured it'd be ok. I'm sorry, I know I was angry earlier but it's just happened so many times, the same thing over and over. She leaves, ruins herself, comes back and then just repeats! I don't know how many more times it gonna be before she cant, before she kills herself and hurts everyone!" He looks angry but I know its anger that is born from love. I feel it myself. A deep anger, a deep sadness and most of all a deep love.

I go to Mitch's hospital room after what feels like years of waiting. The doctor informs me of all the substances that are swarming the girl I love's body, destroying her. He says that its lucky we brought her in when we did, that she had over dossed and would of died had I not.

Defeated and exhausted I slump into the chair by her bed and cry. I cry hard. How had this happened? How could my beautiful, bright, happy girlfriend do this? Damage herself so greatly and all because of me. The guilt was unbearable. Crying turned to gasping and I was mess. I don't know when it was but somehow the crying died out and I fell asleep. When I woke up I felt a familiar warm hand clinging to my own. I opened my eyes and eyes full of light and life bore back into my own tired, sore ones. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth and I sighed in contentment. She was ok.

No, I couldn't be without her not after being so close to not having the choice. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek on her stomach and revealed in the feeling of the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, of her life.