SHOT #4
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THIS WILL HAVE A LOT OF PARTS.
IDK HOW MANY.
BUT DRAMAAAAAAAA.
YAAASSSSSSSSS.
I'm sorry, it might be cliché.
I enjoy cliché though.. soooo..
I'M GONNA START NOW.
I LOVE YOU GUYSSS.
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*Taylor's POV*
I was sitting in the bathroom right now, with a razor blade in my hand. Yeah, I cut.. and no, it's not because of hate or anything like that. It's because I went through a lot when I was younger, and now, growing up, it's coming back to haunt me.
I was raped, by my own father. I was only 8 years old. After that happened, I kinda began to shut everyone out. I didn't tell anyone how I felt; I didn't show any feelings. It's easier for me.
As I got older, I got worse. I remember looking in the mirror when I was younger, just wishing to be someone else. When shooting stars would come by, and my mom would tell me to make a wish, I used to wish to be someone else, and have a different life.. because all I could ever think about was what my father did to me.
Thank god my mom and dad got divorced though, I haven't seen my dad since I was 10. I'm grateful for that. No one knows what happened to me though.. not even Shawn, and I tell him everything.
Shawn is in Magcon with me. As soon as we met, we became inseparable. We do everything together, and I tell him everything.. except for what happened, and how I'm depressed. I think he's starting to see through everything though. I can't let him find out. I don't know how he'd react.
As I was getting ready to pull up my sleeve, Shawn knocked on the bathroom door. I jumped.
"Tay, are you in there?" Shawn asked.
"Uh, no." I answer.
Shawn chuckles. "Obviously you are, otherwise you wouldn't have answered me.. Haha. Can I come in?"
"No." I answer him back, quickly.
"What's wrong?" Shawn asked. He must've noticed how quickly I responded.
"Uh, nothing is Shawn.. Haha." I said.
"Tay, I don't believe you. I noticed you've been different lately.." He says.
I groan in frustration.
"Please, let me in Taylor.." Shawn whines.
I stand up, and wipe my tears. I look in the mirror, just to see how puffy my eyes are from crying. They aren't that bad. Then, I open the medicine cabinet, and hide my blade in there. I'll need it later.
I walk towards the door, and unlock it. Before I could grab the doorknob and turn it, Shawn barges in.
"Taylor, sit down." He says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Just sit down, now." He demands.
So, I sit back on the ground. Shawn sat beside me.
"Pull up your sleeves Taylor." Shawn says.
Oh my god.
"What? Why?" I ask, pretending to be clueless.
"Show. Me. Your. Fucking. Arms. Taylor." Shawn said, again. He was really angry.
I didn't want to make him anymore angry, so, I pulled up my sleeves. I had been getting worse lately, so there were more new cuts than old scars. I just kept my head down, because I didn't want to look Shawn in the eyes.
"Taylor.. Why?" Shawn asked, as he started to cry.
"I can't tell you." I said, as I pulled down my sleeves.
I got up, and walked out of the bathroom. I sat on my bed. Shawn followed me.
"Yes, you can tell me Taylor. I'm your best fucking friend. Do you think I'm going to go tell all the boys? Is that it? Why don't you trust me? What did I do? Seriously, why didn't I know about this Tay? Huh? IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SHIT KNOWING YOUR HURTING YOURSELF LIKE THAT AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME. ALL I WANT TO DO IS BE THERE FOR YOU. BE YOUR BEST FUCKING FRIEND LIKE I PROMISED. BUT I CAN'T DO THAT WHEN YOU KEEP THINGS LIKE THIS FROM ME!!" Shawn screamed at me.
Just then, the boys barge into the room.
"What's happening?" JJ asks.
"Nothing." Shawn replies harshly.
"Shawn, what the fuck is wrong?" Aaron asks.
Shawn then states right at me. "Taylor, I can't do this.."
Then, he runs out of the room.
I just sit there and start to cry.
"What happened?!" Gilinsky asks me.
"I FUCK EVERYTHING UP JACK. THATS WHAT HAPPENED. I'M FUCKED UP, AND I RUIN EVERYTHING!!" I scream at Jack G, as I punch the wall.
I run my fingers through my hair harshly, as I walk out of the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK TAYLOR, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Cam screams at me.
I stop, and turn around.
"Somewhere I don't ruin shit constantly Cameron." I reply.
"Come on Tay, come back!" Nash shouts at me.
But I just keep walking. To the elevator, through the lobby, and out of the hotel doors.
Where the fuck am I going?
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OKAY GUYS. I'M GOING TO BE DOING A SHORT MINI STORY.. (That's what this is, LOL.) Is that okay?
ALSO. I AM ALMOST AT 300 READS.
STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM NOW WERE HERE.
Yes, I just said that. *inserts middle finger emoji here*
OOOH. HANNAH. HAVE A TACO. *inserts taco emoji here*
IF THEY DON'T MAKE A TACO EMOJI, I WILL KILL SOMEONE.
Oh, this chapter is dedicated to -Hannah5sos- for helping mehhhh.
& I'm going to use your idea in a One Shot after this short story thingy MandyHiatt .. 😱
I PROMISE IT WILL BE AMAZING. 🌚
EW. I USED THAT EMOJI.
This is soooooo long. 👯👯👯
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