Walking Straight

Chapter 11

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Songs For This Chapter:

Kitchen Sink- Twenty One Pilots

Forest-Twenty One Pilots

Alleyways- The Neighbourhood

Let it Go- The Neighbourhood

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RHETT'S POV:

Visiting hours are over, and until Taylor is placed in a facility, I would have more access to her. The hospital still hasn't been able to contact her mother, and until they did, Taylor was stuck here. 

She sits on the bed, wearing a sky blue hospital gown and white socks. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes blank, and her face fixed in a disgusted grimace. 

"You want to watch a movie, or something?" I suggest after a long silence. Taylor shifts and faces me. 

"No, I do not want to watch a movie, I do not want to play checkers,I do not want to solve a puzzle, I do not want to go to therapy, or rehab, or take these meds every morning, I do not want to be here!" she ends the sentence with a screech. Her hands fly up to her head, tangling her hair more than before.

"Do you want me to go?"I whisper softly from across the room. She ignores me, sobbing into her hands, her chest convulsing. I know she won't answer me, after breakdowns like this she normally stays quiet the rest of the day. She hasn't broken down like this, though. I rush to her side. She sees me out of the corner of her eye and tears streaming down her pale cheeks, she scoots to the edge until she has no more room left. Her feet dangle off the edge of the bed, and she stares at the floor, like if she touches it, it will suck her back into happiness.

I know she doesn't want that. I know she wants to die because she thinks she can't live without Will and Broklyn. My hand grazes her shoulder and she flinches, shrinking away from me. I pull my hand way, remembering that Taylor would be fragile for the first couple months. She relaxes, letting out a breath.

"I'm sorry, I should go, I'm sorry." I hurry out of the room and gently pull the door shut, hearing the lock click, concealing her shrill cries. I peer through the gap in the blinds to see Taylor laying on her side with her back towards me, shuddering. Clenching my jaw, I walk out of the hospital. I wouldn't be able to help her if she wouldn't stop pushing me away, there was nothing I could do at this point. 

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TAYLOR'S POV: 

I understand Rhett is trying to help, but the more I let him in the more I let my gaurd down, and I lose my strength. Everyday since I took those pills, all that's been on my mind is how I'm suppose to get out of here. 

I have nothing, I don't have shoelaces, I don't have a prescription, and I'm even supervised in the shower by a nurse. I have nothing.

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Rhett has left and I am left with myself and my concsious. She tells me that I screwed up my life, she tells me that if I had planned a little more carefully then everything would've gone as planned. Mom would be happy. I wouldn't be a burden to Rhett. Dad could bring home as many women as he wanted without worrying about running into me. Everyone would be happier.