A/N: Sorry if this offends anyone.

10. 2 Months Later

Hey, hey, hey, Mr Hangman
Go get your rope
Your daughters weren't careful
And I fear that I am a slippery slope
Now even when I lay my head down at night
After a day I got perfectly right
She won't know
She won't know

Nyx walked into the hospital room, two cups of coffee in her hands. Her eyes were sunk back in her face, her skin pale and worn. Her hair was unkempt in a pulled back bun, her blonde roots showing through.

"Seriously, you look like death." A weak voice mumbled from underneath the wires hooked up to the body lying in the hospital bed. "Go home. Get some sleep."

"Star I'm not leaving you, we've been through this." Nyx sat down handing Randy the other cup of coffee.

"Baby, Randy is here. You can go home for a few hours and sleep." She whispered.

"No, I'm not going." Nyx stood up to leave for the bathroom but fell straight back to her chair.

"I was wondering how long she would last." Star rolled her eyes, knowing that Nyx had passed out from pure exhaustion. Randy pulled Nyx up to prop her up in the chair next to him.

"I'll ring John." He pulled out his cell phone and dialled John's number.

"Hey"

"Hey man, Nyx just hit the decks out. Can you take her home?"

"Yeah I'll be there soon as." John hung up the phone and walked out Nyx's house. All four of them had been staying at Nyx's house since the incident. Star had been transferred to the hospital closer to home so that Nyx could visit it her regularly but still get on with every day life. Well that's what the doctors had said to Nyx. Nyx hadn't left the hospital for two months. She showered, ate, and slept in the hospital, everything she did; she did it in sight of Star.

So pray little Kay,

Love is just God on a good day
And you can't blame your mother
She's trying not to see you as her worst mistake
And I wish that I could tell you right now
But it looks like I won't be around
So you won't know
You won't know
You won't know
You won't know

John carried Nyx from Star's hospital room to his car, nodding at the doctors as he left. They had all become accustomed to the four wrestlers constantly being present in the hospital since Star had been transferred there. John carried Nyx out to his car, and with the help of one of the porter's, laid her down across the back seats, he kissed her forehead gently before climbing into the driver's seat.

Nyx POV

So believe in me, believe them
You think I'll let you down
Well I won't
They can fire everything they've got
What do you think? I'm sunk?
I will float on (...and die)
I have burned the bush that covered my light
Even though I'm scared I won't burn that bright

I ran through the arena to mine and Star's locker room, I flung open back the door, immediately wishing to be able to slam it shut again. The sofa was overturned, the coffee table smashed, the glass from the coffee table had shattered and spread across the floor. There was blood on the walls, the floor and the ceiling, too much blood for its owner to possibly still be breathing. The television set was the only object in the room that hadn't been smashed. It was focused on the ring. John ran in behind me.

"Oh god." He wretched at the slight of the blood, yet I had seen it all before. I watched the television screen flicker; there was something above the ring, something suspended in the air, perfectly still, just hanging there. I jumped back almost falling into the piles of broken glass and screamed. That wasn't just something dangling in the air. That was Star.

I pushed passed John and screamed back "Call 911 he's hung her." I ran through the corridors, not stopping, not breathing until I reached the top of the ramp. There she was hanging from the rafters.

"Twinkle, twinkle little Star," he sang from somewhere in the building as I ran down the ramp. I slid into the ring and stood up underneath her. I smiled in spite of the situation, she wasn't dead. There was a rope loose around her neck, and one around each arm, holding her weight off her throat. "How I wonder what you are," There was no way I could get her down from here. I could see she was still alive, barely breathing, as the blood dripped from her near lifeless body and onto the canvas around me. "Up above the world so high,"

"Nyx get out of here!" John screamed over the blood curling voice that filled the arena with the child's nursery rhyme.

"Like a diamond in the sky,"

"Star get your head out of the rope." I screamed at her as her arms began to move. She tugged at the ropes, still dangling in the air.

"How I wonder what you are." A cruel snigger filled the arena, "Goodnight Star." Something above me snapped and the two ropes that had been suspending Star's arms crashed to the canvas. I stood, stunned, as I watched my best friend struggle to breathe, I was watching her die and there was nothing I could do about it. A pair of arms spun around me and pulled me face first into his chest, a heavy weight fell to the canvas behind me. I ripped myself from John's grasp to find Star's crumpled body heaped on the floor. I fell to my knees beside her and somehow felt for her pulse; still there but extremely faint.

"John where are the paramedics?!"

"Ma'am we need you to move out of the way." A paramedic tried to move me as a medical team piled into the ring.

"I'm not leaving her!" I screamed hugged her pale and battered body.

You won't know...
You won't know...
You won't know...

End of Nyx POV

You're never going to feel as full as you felt
So let's go outside and we'll play William Tell
Take your time drawing a bead
I'll stand as still as you need
'Cause you're so good at talking smack,
Heart attack
But you're the apple of my eye anyway

"Baby, it's okay." John soothed Nyx by stroking her hair out of her face. "Come on baby." Nyx cuddled into John's chest. "It was just another nightmare." Every time Nyx had closed her eyes she had been haunted by the vision of Star's lifeless body. Nyx sighed against John's chest, he kissed her forehead softly, "You okay?"

"I'll be fine when I get back to the hospital." Nyx sighed pulling herself out of bed.

"You're not going to the hospital until after lunch baby."

"Like hell am I waiting around." Nyx snapped at john as he sat up in her bed.

"You're Dad will be here in an hour, you're not going anywhere." John dived out of the bed as Nyx jumped for the door. He grabbed her arms pulling her back and flinging her onto the bed. He pinned her to the bed, trying not to hurt her.

My smiling face that's on my head is on a silver plate.

"John I have to go see her! Get off me!" Nyx screamed at John as he sat above her having straddled her; he kept her hands pinned above her head with his own, scared that she could lash out.

"No. You are driving yourself insane. That hospital is making you ill. It's killing you!" John told her, refusing to move. "Randy is with her, you have been with her non stop for two months. You need to rest."

"I'm fine." Nyx whispered, trying to convince herself more than John. John sighed and shuck his head pulling Nyx up from the bed. He stood behind her in front of the mirror and sighed heavily again.

"Look at you," He whispered. "You're fading away Nyx." His fingers grazed over her protruding bones. "I don't want to lose you." Not even Nyx could deny that she looked like death. "You're slowly killing yourself." John's hands fell to his side and he walked away, leaving Nyx to stand in front of the mirror and face what she had become.

Nyx slowly pulled off her shirt and kicked her shorts down to her ankles. She studied every bone that she could see; her hips, her ribs. Her skin was whiter than it had ever been before and her hair fell lank around her shoulders. She looked at her face, the first time she had done so in months. Gaunt, she looked haunted. Nyx knew herself that she hadn't been eating right, only enough to keep her from having fits.

Nyx's gaze travelled from her body to the doorway of her bedroom. John stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame in nothing but his boxers. His eyes filled with tears as she met his gaze and whispered softly. "Save me."

So they say,
They say in heaven
There's no husbands and wives
On the day that I show up
They'll be completely out
Of their forgiveness supplies
And I cant use the telephone
To tell you that I'm dead and gone
So you won't know

You won't know...
You won't know...
Yeah, You won't know...

A/N: Cheesy and overdue I know. Sorry.