|Afterglow|Taylor Swift|

|Chapter 19|Forgotten|

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Sam's POV

I woke up after passing out after Taylor left.  My mind blank for only a moment before the memories come back. The sound... the sound of Taylor yelling echoes in my ears.

I feel hot tears stream down my face as I feel the worst pain take over. I like her, she made me feel important. 

I don't remember getting up or getting my blade or walking to the bathroom.  I'm standing staring at myself, wondering if she ever even cared.  The thought of her talking behind my back, I made a quick swipe across my wrist barely aware of what I was doing.

I cut several more lines trying to make the pain go away.  It wasn't working like it used to.  I collapse on the floor my hair falling in my face.  Tears stream down my cheeks.

I focus on my hair, the way she would touch it.  She loved my hair or did she? I blindly looked for the bathroom scissors in the doors.  I finally found them and started cutting my hair.  I don't care if it looks like shit.  It only reminds me of her.

When I'm done I collapse to the floor curling up in a ball.  If Taylor was here she would force her way in and hug me.  Scolding me for harming myself.

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It's been three days since Taylor left. Since she yelled at me. Since I made a big mistake. She blocked me everywhere. I've been releasing the stress, the marks on my arm are growing.

I don't know what to do anymore. I don't really have a reason anymore. The only thing I have a reason for is crying and cutting.

I turn the news on to see a report about Swift Interprise. I wasn't really watching it.

"So Miss Swift is it true you and your husband are back together?" The reporter asked. I raised my head looking at the TV. I see Taylor next to her husband. Tears threaten to spill.

"Yes, after some time apart we have decided it is best to stay together" she said with a cold stare and monotone. I turn the TV off unable to listen to anymore. I cover myself in my blanket and cry.

My phone dings and I pick it up, hoping it will work as a distraction.   I unlock it and see the picture of a sleepy Taylor resting on my head and holding me. I don't know why it's still there.

I press my messages to make it go away.  My aunts conversation had a blue one next to it.

Aunt

Hey, it's been a few days and haven't heard from you.

Hi, I've been... busy. 
My friend and I had a fight

Oh I'm sorry to hear that.
Want to talk?

Not really, I just wish
I could leave New York

The conversation goes dead and I lay my head back down ready for a nap.  I stare at my phone for a moment and see three dots pop up, she's typing.

You want to come here?
It would be wonderful to see
you

Can I!?

Yeah, I can buy you a ticket

I felt a relief washed over me.  Out of New York finally.  I can finally leave. Everything bad that ever happened would be gone.

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The closest ticket she could get was for Friday, 2 days.  I've been avoiding Emma so she can't see what I've done.  My botched hair, my arms.  I haven't seen her since I came home from Taylor's.

I slowly pack so Emma doesn't notice my stuff missing. Aventually Friday rolls around and my nerves are fried.

I pull my bag out next to the door.  I leave a note for her so she won't send all of new York after me. I drop my set of keys next to the note and take one last look at the place I called home.

I step out and let the door close behind me. I run down the hall and out the door.  I just want to get away.  I see the cab and I get in instantly being met by smoke.

The rest of the journey was really a blur.  Check in, the plain ride.  I think I blacked out for most of it.

As we start to land I become all the more aware that I have no idea what my aunt looks like.  I start to panic but the natural flow of the plane doesn't give me time.

I am forced out of the plane and the pushing only stopped when I was at the entrance of the airport.  I feel the anxiety take over and I pull my hood over my head.  I pull at my sleeves, trying not to panic.

I scan the people standing around and they finally land on a lady with a sign. "Welcome Sam wood" it read. I started to breath more normal when I saw that.

I walk up to her and noticed how much she looked like my dad.  She was shorter and not as wide and a girl.  We lock eyes and I shy away, I felt so comfortable with her on the phone but now in person I panicked.

I felt arms rap around me and I froze. He scent was new and her touch but I relaxed.  I accepted it feeling safe.  My hood slips down as we stand there and she finally speaks.

"OH my its been to long... wasn't your hair long?" She asked confused. I feel my face heat up and I look down. "Oh I...." I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I just wanted to cry.  I think she picked up on that because she dropped it.

"Well I guess our first activity will be getting that fixed"  she chuckled and grabbed my hand leading me out like a child.  At this moment I feel like one.

"Let's get you home"  she said smiling at me and helping me in her car.  Nothing about her made me worry.  She seemed to be reading me like a book.  Wa sit a family thing or something else. I'm not sure all I know is Taylor is far from my mind.