DEMI
I moved slightly, feeling someone holding my hand.
My head and shoulder hurt.
“Demi,” someone calls out, “Are you awake?”
I knew that voice, but it wasn’t the one I thought I would hear.
“Demi,” she called out again.
I moved again and slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the blurriness until my Mum came into view.
I looked at her, and her smile widened.
“Demi,” she said, squeezing my hand as I tried to figure out where the hell I was.
What happened?
I looked around and noticed I was in my room.
“Mum,” I rasped, “Why are you here? What happened? Where’s Kaleb?”
Mum moved and grabbed something from the bedside table.
“Don’t talk,” she said, moving back into position with a cup in her hand. “Here, have a drink.” Mum placed a straw in the cup and moved it closer to me, puttin
