useless » haylor [book 3]

five

+h.s.+

pills. that what was hidden inside the bag. maybe, they're for a friend or relative? my mind starts making up things to make me believe that these pills are not taylor's.

what has happened in her life for a doctor to think she needs to eat a pair of pills to make herself happy? they think a pill is all they need.

i place the pills back in her bag and shut it. i run out of the class as fast as i can and go to the school's administration office so i could get to know taylor's address. i'll tell them she forgot her bag and i have to return it since all her school notes are in it and she needs them to study.

i knock on the administration office's door and wait for it to open. a woman with blonde curly hair and green eyes opens the door.

"how can i help you, dear?" she asks me.

"um, i need the address to um, taylor swift's house. she was in a hurry to rush home and forgot her bag, she's in my class." i say.

she raises her eyebrows before smiling and says ,"ofcourse. let me just get the register. wait, please."

"okay." i mutter.

she returns exactly five minutes later and gives me a paper slip. "here, this is her adress," she smiles.

"thank you," i say gratefully. "have a nice day." and with that, i dash out of the hallway and into the school's parking lot, where i find my motorbike.

+t.s.+

the figure infront of me is blurry and seems to be calling my name. all i hear is muffled voices as in lean against my kitchen counter.

"taylor, take this please," i squint my eyes open to see what it is. it's my mother, handing me my razor.

"please do it honey," she urges. "you know you need it."

she's right. i do. i do. i do.

"okay," i say in a small voice.

"that's my girl," she beams at me. i almost cry out when she says this because i remember how she used to say this when she was actually here with me.

i grab the razor and crawl my way towards the bathroom. as i reach it, i scrape the razor on my wrist before i could even enter it. therefore, bleeding on the carpet right outside.

the stain of red blood is the last thing i see on the carpet before my head hits the floor, plunging myself into blackness.