Reckless in the Starlight- The Wanted Fan Fiction

Reckless in the Starlight- The Wanted Fan Fiction CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2:

When I wake up, I'm home. I don't know what happened. I turn to look at the clock beside me. It's past midnight. I'm in the same clothes as I was in yesterday, I remember that. But what happened? What's real, and what did I dream?

I walk out of my room and listen intently. I can hear faint cries in the distance. I follow them to my mother's bedroom. I don't bother to knock, I just enter.

My mother is sitting on the edge of her bed, her head down, and she is sobbing into her hands. From where I'm standing, I can see the tears flowing over her hands and dripping onto the floor. She hasn't taken her makeup off, because her tears are turning black and begin to stain the carpet below her.

"Mom!" I exclaim. She turns to me, and the expression on her face makes my heart skip a few beats. I have never ever seen my mother so depressed in my life. Which means, none of what I thought I dreamed was actually dreamt. Hope is really gone...

"Oh, Taylor," she sobs, motioning for me to come over to her.

I run to her with open arms and hug her tightly. So tightly I can barely breathe, but I don't care. I don't let go of her until I finally find something to say.

"What...happened..." I say in between sobs.

Mom takes a few tissues and hands me some as well. She blows her nose and tries to speak, but she can't. She gives it a few minutes, before she opens her mouth again. "Hope went out last night to see Lou...and she got into a car accident. She hit a tree. Her car was totaled and she...she..." And the sobs begin again.

I hold my mother as her body trembles, and mine begins to do the same. I can't feel anything in my body. I feel totally and completely numb. Empty. I've never in my life felt like this before. But...my sister. My best friend...she's gone. Forever.

Realization hits and I don't know what to do. Sitting here with my mother, crying our hearts out is making me want to just end my life altogether. I can't do this much longer. I'm out of breath, I'm sweating, but I'm freezing, my body hasn't stopped shaking and I can barely breathe.

"I...I have to go," I say, my voice trembling along with the rest of my body.

My Mom looks at me, bewildered. "Go? Where are you going at almost twelve thirty at night?"

"I don't know," I cry. "I just have to go."

"Taylor, please! I know you're upset but you can't just storm out of-"

"UPSET?" I scream and cry at the same time. My voice squeaks and is at such a high pitched level I'm surprised it's audible. "I'm way past upset, Ma. I just...I have to go."

"Taylor!" she calls, but I ignore her. I can't be in the house right now.

I run to my room and search for my coat. I find it and put it on quickly. Then I grab my phone, my wallet, and my keys, and I run out the door, shutting it tight behind me.

And that's how it was for months. For months I would leave the house at night, and just drive. I always knew where I was going. I would drive, and I would cry. Sometimes I'd talk to my sister as if she was there. People would pass me and look at me like I'm some crazy lunatic talking to herself, but I didn't care. I didn't care one bit. I just wanted my sister back. But I knew that was never going to happen.

Then came winter break, and one night I just lost it.

I don't know where I'm going, I just go. I start the car and I drive, and drive, and drive, and drive some more. I take random turns, cutting them quick just like Hope did when she picked me up from school, several hours before she died. Hope. My Hope. My Hope is gone. It's been a while, but it still hurts as if it just happened.