Anguish (Danti) Book 2

Chapter 33

One day later 

Felix, Lucius, Marzia, Darzia, JG, Jack, and Signe just got off their flight and are heading to the hospital. Jack doesn't know what happened between the two of us. He was too drunk to remember. None of them know why he tried to commit suicide. Only Itch, Rot, Dan, Phil, Ban, and Pill. We decided not to tell Phoebe that he tried to kill himself only that there was an accident. Right now Phoebe was curled up into my side sleeping. 

It was early in the morning. Light went to the back of the hospital again. Nobody hasn't heard anything since. Lucius was the first one in the door. He was already over by me hugging me as tightly as he could. I hugged him back burrowing my face into his shoulder. We stayed in the awkward position of his kneeling down so he could hug me. He pulled away giving me a small smile. 

Everyone got settled. Nobody said anything we just sat silently staring at each other. Marzia was the one who broke the silence. 

It was hard for her to get the sentence out, "What happened to Anti? Why did he try to kill himself again?" 

I looked down at my shoes tears swelled in my eyes. "I did something I highly regret now."

Dan and Phil, we're now up and paying close attention. They knew this story and will know if I am lying. 

"Go on," Dan encouraged staring at me with a death stare. 

I looked over at Jack, "Jack came to my house the day Anti was getting home from Brighton. He was drunk and didn't know what he was doing. Things escalated quickly and Jack and I ended up having sex. Anti, he uh, Anti walked in while we were doing it. We haven't talked to each other or done anything with each other for the past couple months. Yesterday morning I went to Dan and Phil's apartment where he was staying with Phoebe. I broke him. I always knew something was wrong with him but I didn't think it was that bad. All I know is that he has more problems than he ever told us. He told me that he couldn't do it anymore. A few seconds later he stabbed a knife into his stomach. I didn't know he had the knife. I really didn't. But now I wish I could go back in time to fix my mistakes and to fix him," I was sobbing at the end. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop myself from crying. 

The sound of someone slapping someone else echoed in the room. Signe towered over Jack with hatred in her eyes. 

"That's what you did that night! You told me you were at Mark's house!" She spat in his face. 

Jack looked up at Signe with sorrow in his eyes, "I know I told you that. Instead, I went to the nearest bar and got wasted. I'm sorry for lying to you, I really am! I don't remember doing the thing with Dark at all. All I remember is waking up on the streets!" 

"You still lied to me and messed up their relationship. Do you really think Anti will ever forgive you? He loves Dark with all his heart and hasn't forgiven him yet! I'm pretty sure he probably hates you!" Signe yelled. 

Mark and Amy walked into the hospital seeing the scene unfold. 

"Anti could be dead because of your foolish behavior!" Signe screamed. Mark and Amy stood by the door confused. 

"I was drunk!" Jack retorted. 

Signe just scoffed. "Do you think that mattered to Anti?" Jack was silent. "I thought so." 

Before they could continue Light ran out from the back with a bloody knife in his hand. Tears started to stream down his face. He threw the knife at the wall. It stuck out of the wall near Phil's head. Light collapsed to the ground sobbing. 

"Light?" My voice was weak and small. 

"I'm so sorry! We tried we really did!" He sobbed out. 

"Light, what's wrong?" Dan was now out of his seat stepping towards him. 

Light continued to cry. We all were tense waiting for him to talk again. 

"He's gone."

"Wait Anti's dead!" Signe yelled. 

"No, the wound is healed completely fine. It, it's his mind that's the problem. Everything is fighting against him right now. One minute he's crying the next he's screaming. His depression is dragging him down trying to get rid of the emotions but his anxiety is pulling him up trying to make him feel everything. I haven't seen him sleep or eat in the memories I took from his mind from the past month. Someone needs to do something to fix him. I can do physically but not mentally."

We all sat in shock after Light stopped speaking. 

"Dark, you have a choice. It's either kill him and end his misery or you need to find someone that can help him," Light spoke gently. 

Phoebe stirred in my lap sitting up. 

"Is Daddy better yet?" She asked rubbing her eyes from sleep. 

"Not yet pumpkin, not yet."