My Will To Live

CHAPTER 15- Taylor

When I wake up, it's light. And I'm in the hospital again. I'm surprised I have had no nightmares and that my heart is calm. They must have sedated me or something. I hear quiet breathing and realize that there is someone else in my room. It's Taylor. She's asleep in a chair and still wearing her clothes from yesterday. Did she stay overnight to check up on me? Why would she do that? I'm the last person she should do this for.

"Urghh... Mmm... What time is it now?" Taylor wakes up and stretches her arms. I seem to have lost my voice. Either that or I'm still in shock. But I think it's both.

"You okay? You scared me over there. You started screaming and then you started hitting the door saying you wanted out. Then I pulled over and we got out and you just suddenly collapsed." She said.

"The doctors say that you passed out due to the low sugar levels in your blood." She finishes.

"Is there... Anything you want to tell me?" She asks.

I can't tell her about... That. I can't tell her about the abuse. I could get punished horribly. I knew what would happen if I rattled. I racked my brain for an excuse. What could I say that wouldn't arouse Taylor's suspicions? I could already tell that she'd formed a conclusion that I was anorexic in her brain, she just wanted me to admit it myself. She didn't realize that my small body size was due to the fact that my parents hardly fed me.

"I..." I begun, but was interrupted by a rather loud conversation happening outside the hospital ward.

"No sir! You can't go in there-"

"She is my daughter! And I am her father! I must be allowed to see my own daughter!"

"But sir you have-have-"

"I don't care!"

"Sir, another visitor is already in there. Miss Swift-Miss Swift is inside-"

"I don't care who is inside I'm going in now!"

"No sir! You can't-"

The door slams open, revealing my-very drunk- father and a worried looking nurse. I automatically stiffen, and I can feel fear strike my heart, which starts beating wildly. Why is he here? How can he be here? How did they even let him in here? And how did he find me?

"Well hello Margie. I didn't know you had a companion." My father says in a low, soft voice. His dangerous voice. If he can get the nurse and Taylor out, he is sure to beat me up badly. The worst thing is, I can't even move now, with that silly drip attached to my arm.

"Uh.. Father I..." I trail off, not sure what to say. Taylor is looking between the two of us, probably wondering why I'm so afraid of my own "Father".

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, sure. This... This is Taylor." I say.

"Hi, nice to meet you sir." Taylor says, extending her hand for my Father to shake.

"Would you mind if Margie and I had a little chat?" My Father says. Taylor must take in my terrified expression, because the next sentence she says scares me a little.

"I'm not leaving." She states, quite simply.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" My father replies. His voice is low, soft, dangerous.

"I said, I'm not leaving."" Taylor replies again.

No Taylor, don't say that. My father is going to hit you Taylor... Please just keep quiet. It's for your safety.

I try to send this message somehow telepathically to her, but it doesn't seem to get through. Thankfully though, a doctor arrives, and my Father has no choice but to leave. The doctor then leaves, so I presume he was solely there so that he could chase my Father out.

"Was that your father?" Taylor asks curiously.

Technically, I could say no. After all, he stopped being my father ever since I was 9. However, in a way we are still related by blood,(ugh, to think I am related by blood to such a man)he is my father.

Did that even make sense? I don't think so. I don't even know what to think anymore.

"Uh..." I trail off. I have no idea how to respond to this. Taylor just tilts her head to one side, looking at me expectantly. Of course. She wants me to continue. She wants to know why I am so terrified of my own Father. She wants to know why I randomly passed out in the middle of the street. Why I started screaming in her car and why I had low sugar levels in my blood. I don't blame her. She is concerned. But for once I really and truly wish she wasn't so concerned about her fans.

So what do I do? I let the silence hang in the air.

"So..." Taylor says awkwardly, still not sure what to say.

I wish I could reply her. On one hand, I utterly refuse to admit that this horrible, short tempered man is my Father. On the other hand, I can't say anything else, since we are biologically related.

"He... He sort of is... But... But.. He hasn't exactly been a father to me." I finally get out. There. That's some truth, isn't it? I didn't tell her why or how he's not been a Father to me, though.

She looks at me like she wants me to continue, but she doesn't pry. Instead she starts asking me normal, fan, questions.

"So, what's your name?" She says, and when I look she is smiling at me again.

"Margie." I must not feel like talking today. Then again, I never even envisioned that I'd meet Taylor Swift in such a strange way.

There is an awkward, pregnant pause as Taylor thinks of something else to say, but before she even opens her mouth my inner fangirl decides it's time to surface.

"Oh my gosh, seriously I can't believe I'm here. I just... I thought I'd never meet you, given my circumstances. And now you're here. And you have no idea how much that means and I really love you and-" Taylor looks like she wants to ask me what I mean by "my circumstances" but doesn't.

Instead, she pulls me into a tight hug.

"Oh sweetie, that was such a nice thing to say! I love you too!" She gushes. Maybe it's because it's the first time since forever that someone has said they loved me or given me a hug, or maybe it's because Taylor Swift is hugging me and saying she loves me, but out of no where, I start crying. Taylor doesn't do anything, she just hugs me tighter.

"Aw, don't cry! I love you!" She says again, rubbing comforting circles on my back.

I don't want to let go, ever, and Taylor doesn't seem to mind either. She doesn't even say anything about how I'm possibly ruining her shirt. We stay like this for ages until her phone rings and she has to go. Then she holds me at arms length, using her fingers to wipe my tears and tells me she hopes that one day we'll meet again.

Then she's gone.

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait! Just wanted to give you guys a heads up, I'll be changing my username. For certain reasons, I really really really really need to for the time being. I'm now Dancingswifts! Hope you guys liked this chapter! I love you!

Megan xxx