People Like Us (Taylor Swift,The Band Perry,Miranda Lambert,etc. Story)

Worst Possible Scenerio

*Taylor’s POV*

 

I groaned and blinked my eyes open, expecting to find myself in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom, but instead I found myself in a tiny secure room,  the walls riddled with bullet holes.

 

I looked down to see the floor splattered with blood, my eyes widened, and my breathing started to pick up. What the heck was going on.

 

I moved to get up and get the heck out of here but when I tried to move my arms I felt a tugging and a big sting, prompting me to let out a gasp of pain. I looked down, and my eyes widened when I saw that my wrists are handcuffed to the rails of what looked like a hospital bed.

 

I started trying to pull my wrists, hoping to break the rails, but all t did was send shooting pain up my arms. I try to fight through the pain, but have to stop when my wrists start bleeding.

 

I’m panicking, not remembering how the heck I got here, and that’s when it all started to come back, the plan to break Kylie out, how well it was going until all of the doctors started to swarm the room, and when I tried to get her to the vent she fell and Dr.Marcus kept trying to drag her away.

 

I suddenly remember the feeling as I watched her being ripped away, knowing that if I didn’t do something I’d never see her live again. That’s when I made my decision, and knowing I couldn’t get us both out, I decided to choose her. She was the one who was getting out.

 

The last thing I remember before that insane Dr.Marcus taking the bullet out of my leg while I was awake and doing stitches as a way to torture me to try to get me to give up Kylie is feeling the burning pain as the bullet pierced my leg, and the feeling of a syringe.

 

But none of that was what hurt the most. I could take the pain from the bullet. I could take the pain from the fists that repeatedly hit my body to keep me down, but what I couldn’t take was the scuffling I heard from the vent, and the heartbroken screams from Kylie, and how she kept calling for me.

 

I sighed at the memory, but I knew that I wouldn’t change anything. I knew that there was a huge chance that I was going to die, that whatever plan the group would try to come up with would fail, but at least we got Kylie out. She’d be safe, and that’s all that mattered.

 

I was broken out of my reverie when the door slammed open, and Dr.Marcus suddenly loomed in front of me, looking menacing.

 

“Well it looks like your little friends our having a hard time being convinced to give up Kylie. They must want you dead.” He said to me.

 

“No. They just know that I’d kill them all if they did, and that saving Kylie is the most important thing to me in the world.” I snapped back, doing my best to hide the fact that I’m actually terrified.

 

Dr.Marcus just chuckled and said “Oh how valient of you! I wonder how long that will last.”

 

I narrow my eyes in confusion, and that’s when he brandishes a scalpel that he had been hiding, and he sauntered toward me.

 

“I was hoping that your little friends would be intelligent and give up Kylie, because it’s going to be quite hard to keep your death a secret for long, but then again, who would suspect a Doctor to kill the precious Taylor Swift?” Dr.Marcus laughs, and I feel a surge of hate.

 

“My friends know, and they won’t rest until you are behind bars.” I spat back at him.

 

He just laughed, and said “Oh sweet Taylor, I will hunt them down one by one until I get your precious Kylie back. Too bad I can’t keep you alive that long so you can watch her die too. That would be fun.”

 

I gulped, but convinced myself that Kimberly, Kelly and everyone else would protect Kylie and not let that happen.

 

“Any last words?” Dr.Marcus asked as he poised the scalpel over my neck.

 

I tried to fight back the tears and looked toward where I knew some of the cameras and microphones were.

 

“Take care of Kylie. And tell her I love her. And thanks for helping me get her out.” I said, for my friends benefit.

 

Dr.Marcus just chuckled and brought the scalpel down by my neck, pressing lightly at first, and I felt blood start to run.

 

I closed my eyes, and just hoped it would be fast. My one regret is that I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to Kylie. That I did not get to tell her that I love her, and that she’s like a little sister to me already.

 

I felt the blade press further into my neck, and I was just waiting for the end, and I felt the blade tense as Dr.Marcus prepared to plunge it all the way into my neck, to end it finally.

 

I closed my eyes tighter, and waited for it, but it never came.

 

Instead I heard a desperate cry “Wait! Stop!! Don’t hurt her!!”

 

My eyes and heart froze, and I was just hoping that the voice was a figment of my imagination, but I felt the scalpel suddenly move away from my neck, and my eyes shot open.

 

I felt dread creep up when I saw her standing there, her eyes and hair wild, her tiny body shaking.

 

“What?! Kylie no!!” I screamed, but it was too late. Dr.Marcus had already grabbed her by the arm and had a bed brought in and handcuffed her to that one.

 

I started screaming, and Kylie kept apologizing.

 

“I’m so sorry Taylor, but I couldn’t let you die! Especially not for a freak like me! There’s so many people who care about you, and would care if you died, but there’s no one like that for me. It’s better this way. It’s better f I die and not you.” Kylie says tearfully, squeezing my hand through both our handcuffs.

I felt my gunshot wound start to bleed again, and the last thing I saw were Kylie's concerned and wet eyes and I muttered “I’d care.” to her  before everything  went black.