Echo || Haylor | ON HIATUS

C h a p t e r 5

After he ran away I stood there watching him run til I couldn't see him anymore. I sigh and went back to work. That's not fair. Why someone with such a good heart have to get through of all these? I don't know him well but after I spend the half day with him yesterday I could see that he has a good heart and that's why the hate that he gets makes me so angry. He doesn't deserve all these. No one does. One of the customers that were waiting came to me and I gave her a small smile and made her coffee. The day passed with me taking orders, making coffees and thinking about Harry. Hours later it was time for me to go. I got in my car and went back home. It was 7:15. I went to Harry's door and rang the bell. Nothing. I rang his bell a couple of times more but when I saw he wasn't answering I gave up and went inside my house. I decided to go to my room, lie on my bed and watch a movie like always. I went upstairs and changed clothes but before I take my laptop I heard the familiar sound of guitar coming from outside. I turned to look outside the window and I saw Harry sitting on his bed with his guitar singing like yesterday. I went closer to the window and hide myself in the curtains and heard him singing.

Hello, hello
Anybody out there? Cause I don't hear a sound
Alone, alone
I don't really know where the world is but I miss it now

There was something different in his voice. It was like..he was more sad than he was before. 

 I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs
Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
But it's never enough  

I looked at him better and I saw him closing his eyes while singing this part and let the tears fall down to his face but he kept singing without caring. He hurts but he said he has used to it and that's the worse thing from it all. Getting hurt everyday but there comes a day when you finally say 'I'm used to it'.

  Cause my echo, echo
Is the only voice coming back
Shadow, shadow
Is the only friend that I have

When he sang the chorus his voice broke down but he kept singing. I stood there hidden watching him and hearing him sing.

Some minutes past and I kept hearing him. The minutes became hours and the hours became days and without even notice it a week had passed. It was the same everyday. I was waking early to go to my job. The first days I was waiting for him to come and say 'hi' or order something but nothing so I stopped waiting. Right after I was finishing with my job I was running to my house and kept hearing him singing. Every time he was singing his song he sounded more sad than before. Every time he broke down when one day he just stopped singing. He wasn't getting out of his house for days, he wasn't singing and some times he wasn't even sleeping. When he wasn't sleeping he was just sitting or lying on his bed and thinking or crying and I was staying up all night with him. I know he thought he was alone..but he wasn't. I was there. Even if he didn't know it, I was there. One day while I was coming down the stairs I saw a folder and I took it. I went upstairs in my room again, sat on my bed and opened it.

Dear Taylor,

I don't really know you, we only talked for one day. But this was the best day of my life. I know that you probably already forgot about me but I didn't. And that's why I wanted to sent you this letter..to say goodbye. Isn't that ironic? We just met and we're already going to say goodbye. Life can be so unfair some times. For the first time in my life I felt happy for a little..but everything that's good comes to an end. I just wanted to thank you who gave me a moment of happiness and cared enough to meet me and spent time with me even after everything that people were saying. When the scene happened in your work and evreyone started saying these things not only to me but to you too, I knew that I had to let you go. You said that you are my friend and thank you for that. But we can't be friends because even if you don't die from that stupid curse that they say I have, you'll can't stand the hate that these people will bring to your life. But even if you can, I would never want you to get through of that. I know how it feels and it sucks. I've got tired of all this hate. I've got tired of walking in the streets and people looking at me with fear or avoiding and never coming near me. I'm tired of feeling alone..so I decided to put an end in my stupid, useless and lonely life. I'm not gonna miss to anyone anyway but at least hope that you can remember me. That's the only thing I'm asking for. Remember me Taylor.

All the love. H

I finished reading the letter and noticed that I was crying. No! I can't let him do it. I can't let him give up. He's too young, there's so mush more he has to live. He thinks that he has no one but he has me. I don't care what people say. I'm his friend and I'll help him. I looked outside the window but he had close his curtains. Fuck! I ran downstairs and got out not bothering to close the door behind me. I went outside his house and started ringing the bell again and again. I then started knock the door with all my power but nothing. No! NO!

"HARRY!" I shouted. "OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL BREAK IT!" I shouted again. People that were passing stopped and the neightbours were getting outside their house and were looking at me like I was crazy.

"What happened?" Mrs Katy came and ask me.

"Harry! He's going to kill himself." I said. She looked at me shocked and took her time to think of what she'll say.

"Then let him do it." She said. What? Is she serious?

"What?" I asked. It came out like a whisper. Maybe I didn't heared her well.

"I said, let him do it." She said. "We don't have to live with the fear that if he comes near us we'll die." She continued. No, she can't be serious. How the hell can she say something like that? He's just a boy. He didn't even lived his life yet. He's time hasn't come yet. I saw a big rock and took in my hands.

"You can do whatever you want.." I paused "..but I'm not gonna leave him." I said and throw the rock to his window. I broke it as much as I could and went in. Some glasses got through my skin and cut me but I ignored it. I ran upstairs and got inside his room. He was lying on his bed with his eyes closed. I noticed that in the drawer next to him there was a little box of pills. I ran and took it. It was empty. I kneeled next to him and tried to wake him up.

"HARRY WAKE UP!" I shouted. He didn't wake up. He wasn't even moving. No!