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

Chapter Twenty-Four: Distances

Hayley's P.O.V.

This is the part where I'm suppose to do what happens In (One of Those) Crazy Girls. Thing is, I haven't even tried to call Taylor a single time since I kissed Chad, and it's been two weeks. I haven't talked to a single person expect for Mom and Lacey's mom since that day. Angela has left me alone, as well as the other men, and I haven't done much of anything. I sit by the fire just like I did when Taylor was drugged, strumming away on my guitar. I suddenly find myself strumming a made up tune, and set my phone to record it just in case.

Darlin' lite my fire,

Our flames are running out

Darlin' sing me my song,

Sing our song now

It's definitely nothing like I've ever sung before, and I find tears pouring down my face as I sing it. Tomorrow is Lacey's funeral, I'll be attending it alone. I'm sure her parents will be there, sometimes they just don't show as much empathy as a healthy parent should, that's all. Lacey had an okay life, not great, but okay. She was feed and given a home, which is a lot better than what some people get.

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I chose to wear the same dress that I wore for Dad's funeral. A pair of black heels for the unfortunate occasion, minimal waterproof make up, and nothing special for my hair. I'm sure that Chad knows what happened to Lacey, he knows everything. If Chad knows this though, and it involves me, Jeremy and Taylor know as well. I can't let myself think about the three though, not after what happened. I probably haven't crossed their minds all too much.

At the service, there aren't a lot of people present. I greet Lacey's parents and the twins first. I'm basically known as the girl who caused the death of this innocent, beautiful child. Because of the fact, not a lot of sympathy is shown to me. Just the opposite, actually. "Mrs. Gesta," I say quietly as I approach her and her husband. She is a young mother, maybe thirty, light hair and bright eyes; they are more dull today.

"You have some nerve showing up here Miss. No one wants to see you here," she tells me struggling to keep her voice level.

"I'm sorry to be a disturbance, Mrs., I came to pay my respects and say goodbye to your daughter," I explain trying to be as polite as possible.

"Well maybe that isn't a good idea considering you're the reason she's dead," Mrs. Gesta responds in a cold tone, reaching her tissue up the her eyes. Mr. Gesta gives me a death glare and I simply walk away. I'm not leaving this service. I want to say goodbye to Lacey. She tried to help me and she was only a little girl.

After the burial of Lacey, one thing flies through my mind a million times over. You need to get help. I know how, I know where. If I go, no one can hurt me there, and no one will make me feel pressured and stressed. People help me get by, I don't fall asleep thinking how to survive the next day without being choked, hung, shot, or stabbed.

I can go there, they even have pills to help you sleep, a thing I haven't been great at for a long time. I can't believe I would say this, but I want to be at the hospital. It's not like I have to go to the same one as Angela, either. I can be safe, and live a simple life. I can get help.

I call the hospital, and my mom, who agrees that it would be good for me. She will visit me too, she said. As I pack my bag, I decide to send two tweets out just to notify people I will be gone for a while. Sometimes I hate how they have to be so short...

(Part 1) Just wanted to let you know, won't be around a lot for a while, some stuff needs to be sorted out.

(Part 2) Some pieces need to be picked up involving things that happened before Monumentour. Thanks for your support.

I don't think to tell anyone but my mom the news about this, I'm not looking to talk to anyone. I need this for me. I need this for everyone's benefit, actually. Not just mine. If I come out the same, I'll know I tried a lot. If I come out healthier, I'll be able to at least try to fix this mess.

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Taylor's P.O.V.

It's been two and a half weeks, and I've made a fake Twitter too check if Hayley is doing okay. I've heard a bunch of rumors about her that are completely terrifying, like she has moved across the country for good, or she has killed herself. That last one got me, and even though she hurt me horribly, if anything happens to her, I will loose it.

Her last tweet clearly states that she won't be around for a while due to sorting out things that happened before tour, meaning she is a broken mess beyond repair. She kissed Chad, I saw it with me own eyes. Her breaking has broken me, but I'm going to have to watch and protect her from a distance if she is going to kiss other men. Her ex-boyfriend, too. The way he reacted too, leads me to believe it was Hayley who kissed Chad, not the other way around.

Jeremy hasn't talked to her either, she has been completely alone for half a month now. Not anyone to talk to. She is probably grieving over Lacey, the girl who one of the men killed. I can't imagine what she must've been thinking when that happened. I don't know the full story of what happened, but I do know that she almost got killed, Lacey was killed, Chad saved her life twice, and Hayley kissed Chad.

After about an hour or thinking, I decide that I need to make sure she is alright. I can't call her though, that would give her the wrong idea. A small part of me is furious with her still. My thoughts result in calling Jeremy and Kat's house. "Hey, have you guys heard from Hayley at all?" I ask into the phone after Kat picks it up.

"I'm sorry, we haven't. I tried calling her a lot recently and she hasn't picked up. I even went to her house yesterday and the day before and no one was home. There wasn't a car in the driveway, I've been worried sick," she explains in her accent.

"Do you think she...she went somewhere?" I ask in a worried tone, not bothering to cover it up.

"I'd hate to say it, but she probably did, T," Kat replies in a hushed voice. I hear Bliss giggling in the background, and find it extremely hard to even say anything. I just hope she is okay.

"Thanks Kat. I should go, call me if you find any news," I say through the speaker hanging up. Her mom would know where she is, right? I mean, she's Hayley's mom, and they're very close..

"Taylor, can I help you?" Hayley's mom asks through the phone politely. She probably doesn't want to be speaking with me, but I honestly don't care at the moment.

"Hey, sorry to bother you, do you know where Hayley is? I just want to make sure she is okay, there are a lot of nasty rumors about what happened to her," I explain pacing the living room.

"She isn't exactly taking visitors right now, I'm sorry. Hayley needs some time to recover than a lot of things and sort things out," Christi tells me in a calm voice, sounding like I'll leave the conversation alone where it is and stop asking questions. I can't do that though, I need to know.

"What do you mean?" I ask, walking toward the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Hayley checked herself into the mental hospital four days ago, Taylor," she replies in a calm voice. I can't quite bring myself to understand what I just heard. Hayley checked herself into the mental hospital four days ago? She hates hospitals, so she must've been in a truly horrible state.

"Thank you for telling me," I say into the phone hanging up. I Iook down at the glass of water and lock my eyes there for a moment or so, my brain trying to find a way to process the chunk of information it's just gathered. I would visit her, but she probably won't want to see me, and to be honest, I'm not sure if I want to see Hayley myself.