Remembering Sunday

J.

This is all my fault. If she dies, I'll never forgive myself.

"J, stop pacing. You're making me nervous." Danny is ashen, he is obviously worried about his sister. Teddy is trying to seem stoic against the wall. While Joe is outside smoking another cigarette.

I look over to Sandy, she is sitting beside Bean, holding his hand. Wolf is sitting in the chair across from her, his head in his hands. Joe walks back in, with a very rundown looking Holman.

"I can't stop, Danny. Sorry." I say.

"What the hell happened?" Holman jogs over to sit by Sandy. He looks up at me expectantly, as does Phoenixx's dad and brothers.

"Ian is back.." I say that and Sandy gets up and runs to the bathroom. She and Nixx have become bestfriends. I know Nixx hasn't spoken to anyone about what Ian did to her, except Sandy..

"That sick fuck!" Teddy and Holman get to their feet. Teddy is turning red, while Holman looks like he might throw up.

"Why didn't anyone let her or you know?!" Holman is pissed.

A nurse clears her throat, she is a pretty girl. She has short black hair, it's slightly curly and her eyes are green, like a jade color. She is wearing mint colored scrubs and white sneakers. Everyone looks up at her, Joe stands and walks up to her.

"Mr. Daniels, I presume?" She says, she has a kind look. But you can tell, you can tell that she hates this part of her job.

"Yes, ma'am. How's Phoenixx?" Worry is written all over his face.

"She's stable. She broke several ribs, and has a concussion." She looks quite grim when she talks about the concussion.

"Can we go in to see her?" Danny is by his father's side. Teddy isn't far behind.

The nurse merely nods. I visibly relax, and slink into my seat. I watch everyone head in the direction of her room.

"Aren't you coming, J?" asks Holman, turning to see me sitting there.

"I'll wait for Sandy to get out of the bathroom and we'll be in." I come up with an excuse quickly. Holman nods and heads to her room.

I breath a sigh of relief. Why can't I just go see her? Oh right, I'm scared. She probably hates me. I never should've introduced Ian to the band. If I hadn't done that, then Nixx would be okay right now. She wouldn't be terrified to date, she wouldn't be cutting and she wouldn't be anorexic. I don't think she realizes that I know. It's not hard to realize though. Ever since Ian, she has had a horrible self image, she wears dark clothes, dark makeup and always long sleeves. I know what she's hiding. My own mother did the exact same thing, the only difference was that no one was there to help her. With Nixx, I won't let her hurt herself. I can't let her kill herself. I'm shaken out of my pity party as Sandy walks out of the bathroom, her eyes are red ringed and swollen.

"Where is everyone? Is she okay?!" She is frantic. I stand up and put my arm around her.

"She's stable, has a concussion and several broken ribs. She'll live. C'mon, let's go see her." I try to sound as if I believe she's actually going to be okay.