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~ C o l d W a t e r ~ (Major Lazor)

** SUPER DARK, HUGE TRIGGERS! Read at your own choice. **

I'd like to start with a quote,

"I've always had a flair for the dramatic, and for that life will never be a bore." - Anonymous

T A Y L O R - "And if you feel you're sinking, I will jump right over into cold, cold water for you."

Everything seemed to be hitting all at once, engulfing your senses and clouding your judgement. Nothing had been the same, everything was gone, except Taylor. The water panging at your feet seemed to daze you as it hit and doused your back with painful memories, each one harder than the rest. You ran your fingers through your wet soapy hair trying to get everything off of your mind. You could hear Taylor playing movies in the living room, and the gentle thunder of the storm right outside the house that had been protecting you from so much. With each hushed roar, you could feel your heart almost beat in rhythm, each movement more critical than the last. With each new wave of water that hit your back it sent a new wave of tears to escape your almost tearless eyes. Your lips trembled, pale pink, and cracked in every direction. Your toes wiggled as soap suds came floating down your body, desperately trying to find the drain. You fell to your knees, with plenty of loud thuds, almost breaking the sound of thunder that echoed through your house. Shampoo bottles collapsed with you as a silent but truthful moan of disbelief rang through the bathroom. Taylor's loud clang of feet plastered the walls in the bathroom, you could almost hear the sound of pleading and anxiousness. He slung open the curtain to find you at your withs end, grasping at the last hope that you might have just lost. He flipped the shower off and grabbed a dry towel to cover you in as he carried you to the bedroom where you sat in his arms crying.

A A R O N - "I won't let go. I'll be your lifeline tonight."

There you where on the bathroom floor, unconscious, with a bottle of pills in one hand and a razor blade in the other. A dangerous combination. You hadn't known that Aaron was going to come over that night, all you had known was that your parents where gone and you needed to feel something. When Aaron had gotten there everything was silent, nothing had moved since he had been there the day before. He called out your name, but sure enough no answer. He knew you where home he had just spoken to your brother, who had left, less than twenty minutes ago. He frantically searched the house only to find the one thing he had never wanted to ever see. The bath had been drawn and it had just started to over flow, the blood dripping from your veins had made a faint red river out the door. Aaron dropped down to his knee's beside you ripping the pills and the blade out of your hands. He picked up your head and placed it on his lap, caressing your wet hair and kissing your forehead. He knew that this wasn't going to do anything and he needed to call for help, he dialed 911, and the ambulance had gotten there in less than eight minutes. Aaron rode with the unconscious you all the way to the hospital, never letting go of your ghostly hand. They gave you test after test as Aaron patiently never left your side. After they were done Aaron was just beside himself. How could he have not known? He gripped your hand and stroked your cheek, never wanting to let go.

S H A W N - "I will still be patient with you."

There you where rocking back and forth on the the cold hardwood floor. Feet tangled, eyes shut, trying to shut out the pain. Shawn came rushing to your side, helplessly. Tears uncontrollably flowing from your eyes like never before. With each tear that escaped your trembling, bloodshot eyes Shawn's heart broke into a thousand pieces. Knowing that you were miserable and he couldn't do anything about it. He engulfed you into his strong arms, your head finding his chest, and your arms attaching to his neck. You needed him like never before, but didn't know how to express it. You cried, mascara lining the bottom of your cheeks, as Shawn held your cold shaking body. His arms felt like peace, as your world was falling silently apart. He stroked your back with his large palms and continued to rock you back and forth in the motion that he had found you dazed and confused in. He never knew you to be one so confused, but that was the moment that he had realized all had fallen. He realized that he wasn't just holding a girl that was temporarily crying, but a girl that had been crying for awhile. His shirt was soggy and damp, as he looked down at your teared up eyes, knowing that they weren't gleaming because you weren't happy. He came to notice that was the moment that he had realized that he would wait till all time ended for you. He realized that this wasn't just his life but it was your life, and he needed to be there for you.