Demi POV
I couldn't stop thinking about Nick. The expression that was on his face was moulded into my mind, and the sound of his weak, raspy voice was ringing through my ears. I was so blinded by my own problems that i forgot about everyone around me.
The nurses had tied my hands to the bed, God knows how long ago. I was so lost in my thoughts that didn't see parents tread into the room.
"Demi?" i heard my mom speak softly from beside my bed.
I gradually turned my head so i was facing her. Her eyes were glistened with tears and there were rosy red blotches on her cheeks, she had obviously been crying earlier. Once i made full eye contact with her, my lower lip began to quiver and i sobbed into the crook of her neck. She ran her soft hand through my rough hair, she had always done that when i cried, i guess it sort of made me feel safe and secure.
After i had became a bit more stable with my emotions, i let go of my mom and gave my dad a warm hug. I almost broke out crying again but i held it in, i didn't feel it would make this situation easier for anyone.
"So we were all talking outside" my mom interupted, "And we think it would be a good idea if you get help for all of your issues. There is a treatment centre near by that we could place you in, if you're willing to go"
"Wait a treatment centre?! Isn't that just another name for rehab?"
"Well, sort of but-"
"No. I know i need to get help, but i'm not going to some crazy house for it"
"Demi it's not for crazy people, it's for people with addictions."
"No. I-"
"If you're not gonna go you won't being seeing your little sister again" my dad said breaking the argument up.
"W-What?"
"We can't have Maddie growing up around these behavours Demi. Do you really want her to end up with any of the issues you have?"
My stomach began to turn at the thought of Maddie purposly hurting herself. I can't let that happen, no, i won't let that happen. She's going to live a full, happy, healthy life and i'm going to help her do that without any of my shit getting in the way.
I bowed my head and shut my eyes. "I'll go" i croaked.
I heard my mom let out a shaky, relieved sigh, "You're not going to regret doing this Demi, i can promise you that. It will only get better from this point on. Okay?"
Nick POV
My feet began to hurt as i paced the grey hallway. I couldn't get the image of Demi with the needle in her hand out of my head. It's the most heartbreaking thing i've ever witnessed. Watching someone you love suffer for so long is one of the worst feelings in the world. You feel helpless. And because you feel helpless, you feel angry. Angry that you can't change that persons state of mind. Angry that you can't do anything to help.
It sucks.
My thoughts were stopped when i walked into a large figure. I looked up to see Eddie standing in front of me, wet patches on his face. It was weird seeing him upset, he was alomost always happy.
"H-How's she doing?" i asked. Joe and Olivia got up and joined us.
"She agreed to go to the treatment centre."
"Thank God." i whispered. "When is she going?"
"Tomorrow." he said calmly "We need to get some of her stuff from Olivia's first."
"When can we go and see her?" Joe asked.
"You could go in just now if you'd like." he gave a weak smile.
I told Joe and Olivia to go in first. I would rather speak to her alone. I sat down on uncomfortable seat and waited. About 10 minutes later they emerged from Demi's room. They looked like they had been crying a lot. I wasn't prepared for this, but i had to do it.
I stood up, passing Joe and Olivia, and treaded towards the room. I placed my hand against the cold, metal handle and pushed the door open. Her small frame was sitting by the window, watching the small pellets of water bouncing up off the ground.
"Demi?" i whispered.
She jumped slightly, then launched herself towards me, wrapping her frail arms around my waist. "I thought you left" she sobbed.
I squeezed her delicate body softly and put my mouth to her ear.
"Never"
