I'm fine (Scomiche Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Finally, after filming Superfruit, Mitch laid on the coach watching some shitty film on the TV, although he was having a hard time focusing on it.
Scott, who was sitting next to him, also seemed lost in his thoughts as he ate the last slice of the pepperoni pizza they had ordered when they got home.
Mitch thought about the Q&A they had done for Superfruit. Fans would definitely be happy, seeing that they had been doing regular updates again after being almost inactive last year. They still asked questions about what had happened, although they had lessened since Mitch had posted a letter on his social media practically begging fans to stop addressing the topic.
That had been last year though.
Now everyone had gotten past that.
Including Mitch, of course.
The sudden change of volume of the TV took Mitch out of his thoughts. He assumed either movie had ended or Scott had gotten too bored of it, because when he looked at the screen, he saw a man sitting behind a desk while he talked about politics. Fuck, Mitch hated watching the news.
He was about to ask Scott to switch channel, until he heard what the man was saying.
"There has been a fire at the California State Prison. So far, about 70 prisoners have been found dead, but some of the bodies could not be identified. The police is still trying to figure out if the fire was provoked or accidental. Some prisoners have not been found yet, and it's suspected they may escaped during the area. The Police is already searching around the area, but if you happen to see any of this men, call 911 immediately, as they are extremely dangerous and..." The man kept talking, but Mitch could only focus on the picture of the prisoner that appeared on the screen.
He heard Scott gasp as well, but the sound seemed to come from very far away.
Suddenly, he was sobbing and breathing in small gasps. Of course, he thought, after seeing a picture of a man he hadn't seen in two fucking years, he would have panic attack. Good job, therapy sessions.
Scott was by his side and hugging him in less than a second.
"Hey Mitchie, it's ok, just breathe, I'm here now, just breathe ok? They're going to find him sweetie, he's never gonna put a hand on you again, you're safe now, I got you, everything will be fine...."
But Mitch had seen it.
The picture had only lasted a few seconds before being replaced by one of another prisoner, but Mitch remembered every single detail of it. Of him.
His dark hair was longer than Mitch remembered, now touching the line of his shoulders.
His lips were curved into a horrible smirk, and it looked so evil but at the same time so fucking sweet.
And his eyes, those blue eyes that looked at Mitch as if he was something to eat.
And suddenly, Mitch knew that nothing was going to be fine anymore.

Sooo, it seems I'll start updating again (: