Currently, the boys and I were sitting at the dining table for dinner. It'd taken a lot of coaxing and threatening to convince them to eat downstairs.

"How are you all today?" I asked, trying desperately to diffuse the tension.

I got some mumbled responses and nothing from Daimen or Julian.

Awkward silence.

"How can we eat," Daimen said suddenly, "while our sister is in a coma, and her shooter is still out there?"

"I agree," Julian replied.

"You shouldn't have forced us to come here, Mom," Will sighed, and everyone agreed, "not when we're too upset."

I lost it.

I stood up so quickly the chair knocked over, and glared venomously at my family, who fidgeted under my gaze. Good.

"You don't think I'm upset, too?" I asked quietly, "my daughter is in a coma. I'm grieving, angry and upset, but that doesn't stop me from looking after you all. I fed you, comforted you, made sure you guys didn't kill yourself from over-exhaustion and did even one of you ask me if I was okay?"

The boys looked down, ashamed.

"And now," I carried on, "I cooked this meal for you, and you have the audacity to say that I did wrong? And make it sound as if I am not upset too? FINE!" I slammed my hand on the table, and everyone flinched, "eat, don't eat, see if I care! I'm tired of being the only one in this family trying to make the best of a bad situation!"

I stormed off, feeling incredibly angry. Tears of frustration streamed down my cheeks, and I walked to the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

I don't know how long I sat there, crying and feeling angry. Soon, my emotions simmered down, and I felt much better.

The door slowly creaked open, and I looked up, seeing Oscar standing there. I smiled at him to let him know I'm no longer angry. The door opened fully, and the rest of the family came in and stood in a line against the wall, like naughty children who got into trouble at school.

"Ahem," David cleared his throat, "we're sorry, Lisa, for behaving so selfishly the last few days."

I grinned at them, "It's okay, guys, I'm sorry for exploding like that."

"We deserved it," Daimen responded.

"Group hug!" Oscar said, extending his arms out. Laughing, we obeyed.

"I love you guys," I said.

The boys beamed, "We love you too."

"What?" I said my voice barely above a whisper.

George frowned, "That Alex is alive. I can show you the video if you want? We want to see them suffer as much as you do."

I nodded mutely, unable to speak.

George quickly went and retrieved his laptop. He placed it on the table and played the video.

Normal- present time

I gasped when the boy lifted his face. It was bloodied and battered, but his eyes were a vivid blue belonging to my best friend.

The screen went black and I exhaled sharply. I stood still for a moment and composed myself before turning to George and Flo, "thank you both, and- once again- I'm sorry for rudely barging in," then I turned and left the house.

Alex is alive. Alex is alive? Alex is alive! Alex is alive?!

At first, I was incredibly elated. Then, I became angry. I wish Rainbow was awake.

Wait. What if the news she wanted to tell me was the fact that Alex is alive?

A million thoughts swarming around my head, I called a taxi and went to the hospital.