I was in a dark room, screaming.
"Taylor! Taylor!" He ran to me and I immediately realized something was wrong. He was furious.
"What's wrong?" He rolled his eyes. I felt cold, sharp metal against my neck. My hand was then forced up to hold the blade.
"You like cutting your wrists, what about your neck." A single tear ran down my cheek. "what?"
"You heard me. If you thought I was going to deal with you, you were wrong. Terriblely mistaken.You just wouldn't stop." I knew he had to be joking. "So you either end it now, or I do. "My face was now wet with tears.
He leaned forward and held my hand that was against the knife. "Just like cutting" He made an evil smirk. He pressed harder, smiling more as my bloodcurdling screams filled the room. " Fine", he said, Then angrily pulled my hand to the side.
My eyes shot open and I was once again screaming Taylor's name. He bolted towards me and said "What, what's wrong?" He looked at my arms and looked confused. "I had a nightmare." He pulled me into a hug."Do you want to talk about it."I looked at the clock, 2:16 am. "Yeah."
I had told him everything. He listened to every detail.
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