Misery Business (Sequel to Never Let This Go) *Paramore*

Chapter Eighteen: They Won't Give Up

Hayley's P.O.V.

I honestly can't believe this. My hands and now shaking and covering my mouth in shock, as a tear slides down my face. I trusted this man and all he was doing was helping the enemy? He doesn't say anything, he just stands watching me. "How could you do this?" I eventually get out. He still doesn't speak.

"Don't look too surprised," The other man under the ski mask tells me. Jeremy rubs my arm and moves toward Taylor's body to pick him up. I'm completely in shock, I can't find a way to connect the pieces at all. I find a way to at least minimize the shaking, and help Jeremy pick Taylor up off the ground. Before I even touch his arm, I feel a pain on the side of my head, and I black out.

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I wake up in my tour bunk, and I hear multiple voices coming from the front of the bus. I try to sit up, but an excruciating pain hits my head like a ton of bricks, so I stay laying down. I sigh and try to recall what happened, remembering nothing more than finding Chad under that mask of his and being hit. The only thing that I want to know is if Taylor is okay. I don't care about anything else. My phone buzzes from near my feet, and I reach for it, opening a text from a blocked number.

I hope you enjoy using a blade again. Your scars need to be updated.

G

She thinks I'm going to cut? What happened that I'd need to cut? I push myself to get up, and find Jeremy, all of Fall Out Boy, Adam, and a couple other people on the bus. They all look straight at me once they notice I'm present. Not a single person smiles at me though, so neither do I. Great attitude of mine, right?

They all exchange looks, and Adam and some other tour people leave the bus. No words are used until Andy speaks. "I think you should explain this," he tells Jeremy, as the four look at me and leave. I still don't say a single word, and start to worry about where Taylor is. I watch Jeremy as a silent tear falls down his face and my heart sinks.

"They took him. I tried to stop them, but they were too strong," he explains softly. I feel as if someone reached inside of me and ripped my heart out, squeezing it into ash in front of me as I fall. I don't move an inch; I can't even blink. Suddenly, I start to laugh. It's like back in the hospital months ago. Jeremy tries to sit me down, but I just laugh.

He looks at me with broken eyes, as I uncontrollably laugh, holding my stomach. It gets to the point where I fall to my knees, with my face in my hands, and I start to sob. Taylor is the only one who's been with me through the whole thing, starting with a bad break up. Apart from the two weeks I thought he was dead, Taylor kept me going. Even during that two weeks I was holding onto the hope of his being alive.

I feel Jeremy's arms wrap around me like an older brother would, and we cry together. I already miss the heck out of him, I truly do. Eventually, Jeremy helps me up and leads me to my bunk, but I don't go to mine, I end up in Taylor's. I make myself as small as possible, hugging my knees, and I cry into his pillow. It smells like him, too.

What are they going to do to him? Make him watch me break again? Abuse him? Shoot him where he can't be killed? I honestly wish they took me instead. I wish a lot of things, though; too many. I wish Chad wasn't under that mask, I wish they hadn't killed so many people, I wish I didn't have depression...

It's been three days since Taylor was kidnapped, and I've been sleeping in his bunk ever since. I mean, when I could sleep, that is. It has been taking a good two hours before falling asleep, and I keep waking up really early not able to go back to bed. I think I've been getting around four to five hours of sleep each night at the very most.

I haven't even really spoken at all since we found out, I just pretend to be fine on stage while Will fills in for Taylor. I couldn't let the fans down, either. Besides, what would Fall Out Boy have done? I can't ruin it for everyone on tour, I'd feel too guilty.

Jeremy has just gone to talk to Joe and Pete about something on the Fall Out Boy bus, so there is now one thing running through my head. It involves a blade and my skin. I have to do it. I mean, I don't want to fall into my old habits, but I need to let this out of my system. It hurts more to hold it in than to cut.

I jump out of Taylor's bunk and head to my suitcase grabbing a razor, and walk to the bathroom shutting and locking the door just in case. Over the sink, I drag the razor across my wrist, feeling it sting a bit, as it isn't too deep, but it feels good; I do it again. When I'm finished, there are three new cuts on my wrist, not too deep. I'm sliding farther down this dark hole of mine, and I can't find the ladder.

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Don't hurt me cause it's short! Sorry! If you're trading this right after I put this up then this message is for you, if it isn't April 20-22, then this doesn't really concern you at all so just read the next chapter of my ridiculously stupid story.

Until the 22nd, my updating might be a little delayed, I know I usual update all the time because I have no life, but from the 19th-22nd I do. Sorry for the inconvenience. I have to stay at my aunt's place until early Tuesday because my parents are meeting my dad's favorite band Alterbridge and stuff. Yup. I can't take care of myself guys.