Castles crumbling (Taylor Swift's little sister)

Oh, can we get a pause? (Taylor's struggle)

PTW: description of ed behavior (purging)

Ever since Taylor saw how sick you were, she was having a very hard time with food herself. It was not like she wanted to purposely lose weight; she was just so anxious and worried all the time, she was feeling guilty once again. Guilty for not noticing sooner that you were struggling again, guilty for not setting a good example, for failing at what she thought was her big sister duty: to keep you safe.

As she always did, she sought refuge in music and writing. She was basically just trying to write thoughts and feelings, trying to put them into songs, but ended up tearing off the paper and getting frustrated because she felt she wasn't doing a good job. She felt like she was out of control, everything was slipping through her fingers: her sister, her sister's happiness, her sister's health and her safety; her own passion; her own job; everything. She was exhausted, she wasn't sleeping well, and she tried to work out a lot in order to get tired and rest, but she never rested enough. She was slowly pushing people away and isolating, too embarrassed to be feeling like this, not knowing who or how to talk about it.

Your mom was worried, of course, but she didn't know what to do or how to deal with her two daughters struggling; yet she was unaware of how much Taylor was falling into old habits. Andrea also felt like her girls were slipping through her fingers and like she couldn't do anything about it, everything she did to help you, only made you even more irritable.

One day Taylor woke up early and went to the studio, wanting to unwind, be alone and try to write or come up with some melodies. She was sitting in front of the piano, when tears started to fall down her cheeks. It started with a feeling of emptiness in her chest, that turned into a lump in her throat and quickly made its way into wanting to cry. She let some tears scape but didn't want to let any more out, so she started to play the keys slowly, trying to focus her brain into getting the right notes to form a beautiful melody. She started to say some of her thoughts out loud, but only those that she could direct towards you:

- "Why do you do this yourself, Lizzie?"

- "Why can't you love yourself, Lizzie?"

- "Don't you see how beautiful and intelligent you are, Lizzie?"

- "You're just skin and bones, you're going to die, Lizzie"

- "Mom's hurting so much, Lizzie"

- "I don't want to lose you, Lizzie"

- "You're my whole life, Lizzie"

- "Please stop this shit, Lizzie"

Andrea had called Tree and told her that Taylor was up early and sent her a message saying she was going to be at the studio all day. The older blonde told the redhead that she was worried, but didn't know how to approach her eldest daughter, she asked the redhead to check on her. Taylor was pushing Tree away, although the redhead tried to reach her and she was texting her about three times a week, the blonde kept shushing her, giving her short and cold answers. Tree didn't want to intrude but knew that Taylor was struggling and was also worried, she even felt relieved when Andrea texted her asking to check on Taylor.

The redhead woke up at the hour she normally did, made herself some coffee and drank it looking at her garden through the window. Then she headed upstairs and showered, got dressed and prepped her favorite breakfast: scrambled eggs with spinach and oatmeal pancakes with strawberries, sat down to eat it and was halfway in the task when her phone buzzed with Andrea's notification. Tree was planning on staying all day at home working, but as soon as she saw the text she replied saying that she was on it. She finished eating her breakfast and quickly tidied the kitchen to head off to the studio. She debated on if she should call Taylor before getting to the studio but decided that it was best if she just popped there unadvised. She pulled up and walked towards the door, looked for the copies of the keys she had and headed inside. As she walked inside, she heard Taylor playing the piano vehemently.