Walking Straight

Chapter 8

BY THE WAY THERE IS A PICTURE OF RHETT IN THE MEDIA!!!!

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SONGS FOR THIS CHAPTER.

The Run and Go- Twenty One Pilots

Holding on to You-Twenty One Pilots

Lay With Me (Live)- Exsist Elsewhere

Flawless-The Neighbourhood

Fake You Out- Twenty one Pilots

(for those of you wondering what the songs are for- a lot of people ask me- it's what I think fits the emotions and events in the chater. Also I listen to these songs as I write, so it really affects how I write and how the characters are developed. If you listen to these songs, it will really bring out the meaning of the text!)   

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TAYLOR'S POV: 

Rhett and I spent the night at the hospital that night. He slept with his head tilited back against the wall in the armchair in the corner of the room, while I slept next to Brooklyn in the wide hospital bed. My black long-sleeved shirt smelled like chemicals and cough syrup. I woke with a start that morning, a thin layer of sweat formed on my forehead. I had a nightmare, but that was all I remembered.

I layed there listening to Brooklyn's faint heartbeat and bare breaths. I sit up and look over at Rhett, whose eyes are squeezed shut, his sleeping face scowling and hollowed. Something was troubling him. I slide off the bed, being careful not to jostle Brooklyn. My fingers near his shoulder, when he jumps, opening his eyes. He is breathing hard, and puts up his hands by reflex. I take a few steps back.

"Calm down Rhett, it's just me. Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just.. had a nightmare." 

"Do you want to talk about it?" I reach for his head. He furiously shakes his head and rubs his face, flushing it with red. 

"Okay.." I whisper," Well, we have to get to the hotel to shower and change, and then we have to get back as soon as possible before.... you know." I rush. Rhett stands up, and I go over to Brooklyn, kissing her on the forehead. 

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RHETT'S POV: 

I didn't want to tell Taylor that I had a nightmare about her, more because I didn't want to say anything that would set her off in any way. I didn't remember much, but all I knew was I was running, running through a hallway with walls painted black, and floors white linoleum. Taylor was standing, or rather, hanging at the end of the hall. A noose was around her throat, and her feet were kicking, she was still alive. A small slip of paper was in her small clenched fist, being crumpled every time she tensed. I was out of breath but still ran.

I felt like I was getting closer, but everytime I looked up, Taylor was still faraway, still kicking and choking on the noose that held her back from living the life she deserved. Then, as Taylor stopped kicking, stopped breathing, hung limply from the rope, everything went black.