Nothing Like Us (Maylor)

Chapter Twenty Four

Matthew's POV

I had went down stairs and asked to see Taylor but they told me to leave him alone for then night.

I didn't want to though I missed him so much and I have been so scared and worried.

Once they went to bed I walked to Taylor's room but the door had been locked, I couldn't knock because then mom or dad would hear me.

When I went back to my room I laid down but couldn't sleep, even though it sounds stupid I got up like twenty times through out the night to walk by his door and listen in to see if he was awake but every time I was unlucky.

I didn't sleep all night, I couldn't I was too worried, I needed to see him before I went to bed. I couldn't help it I just needed to.

10:00 rolled around when I finally climbed out of the bed, my eyes burned from the lack of sleep but I didn't care. I walked out of my room and dragged my self down the hallway and towards Taylor's door.

I knocked lightly on the wooden door hoping that he would answer but yet there was no reply.

"He'll come out eventually" I heard Cole say from behind me, I sighed and nodded looking back at him.

"I'm just so worried about him" I sighed, he bit his lip and nodded.

"I know you are Matt but give him time he'll be fine" he said setting a hand on my shoulder and soon taking it off then walking off down the stairs.

I sighed looking at the door one last time before deciding it was best just to go get ready for school.

Taylor's POV

I sat in the bottom of the bathtub letting the warm water hit my cold skin, I heard the numerous knocks on the door throughout the night but couldn't push my self to move.

I felt so numb, I felt so weak and useless like an empty shell.

I just sat there not moving, my arms tightly wrapped around my knees that were pushed against my chest.

I breathed lightly letting the droplets of water leak off the ends of my hair and land on my cheeks.

My arms were itching for more even though I knew I shouldn't I couldn't resist.

I needed more of the poison, I loved the feeling of the drug running through my veins it was an addiction even if I wouldn't admit it.

It wasn't a problem though, and even if it was I didn't want to stop I loved it. It made the world seem happier, made the time speed up.

I slowly pushed my weak body up from the bottom of the tub, I left the water running though.

I drug myself across the bathroom and over to the counter where my towel had been sitting since last night.

My skin was shriveled up from the water that had been hitting me for hours.

I wrapped the towel around my body and slipped out of the door shutting off the light on my way out.

I laid down on the large bed and closed my eyes not wanting to keep them open a second longer.

I'm guessing time drifted by because I woke up to the front door slamming shut, I groaned at sat up feeling a little better since my nap but still feeling weak and needy.

I pulled my fragile body up off the bed and walked over to the dresser that they say is still mine but I highly doubt they're going to put up with me much longer.

When I was fully dressed I walked over to the window and unlocked it then slid it open.

For the life of me I couldn't even remember how I got back to Matthews but I guess something happened while I was in my dizzy zone.