Oblivion. (Haylor Story).

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Taylor's Pov:

After a few days of fighting off exhaustion and answering my mothers countless questions, I was demanded rest. I've been in the hospital only a mere four days, even though it feels like it's been an entirety. The media somehow created rumors about me disappearing to London because I'm pregnant, which is just stupid but typical of them. Some of my fans speculated about this, which just triggers a million more opinions. They know I'm happy, or at least believe that I am. Tree is trying to keep paparazzi away from this whole ordeal, but information is slowly leaking. So far, they've figured out that I've been hospitalized for a serious disorder, which started even more speculations. I know it's only a matter of time before they figure out about my eating disorder, which I don't want to happen. I just want to heal, then go on tour. I don't want pity or anything of that sort, I just wanted to get out of here as soon as I could.

"Knock knock." I hear someone say near the door, as I look up I'm relieved that it's just my mother.

"Come in." I whisper as I begin to sit up.

"Good morning honey." She says softly, and I make note of the sweet tone laced beneath her voice.

"You haven't called me that since I was a little girl." I say, a smile slowly creeping onto my face. This one was a genuine smile, one that I meant, not like all the other fake ones.

"Never too late to restart." She smiles and sits on the edge of the bed.

"How are you doing?" She asks, her tone now becoming serious.

"I'm feeling kind of weak and run down, but other than that, I'm feeling okay." I answer, as she sips on her coffee. She nods and looks around the room before looking back to me.

"When you get discharged, do you want to stay here in London or go home to New York?" She asks, as if I need to know because I'm leaving today. I know I'm not leaving today, not even tomorrow or next week. The doctors have been monitoring my every move and I don't think I'll be released anytime soon. I'm trying to get better, so I can start rehearsal for the tour. Unfortunately, I can't do that while I'm bedridden and weak.

"I feel like going back to New York would be beneficial and have its advantages and disadvantages. Going back to my own home might make things go a little crazy for me-you know? But I also have the tour to prepare for and I've missed a few performances, like the the AMAS, the voice and I'll miss the thanksgiving day parade since that's tomorrow." I answer, finally voicing my thoughts instead of letting them crowd around in my mind.

"Forget the tour, I know it's important and you have dates scheduled and meetings to attend but just forget that for a few minutes. You're in the hospital trying to heal after a traumatic disorder, your only concern should be yourself. Just relax for a few days, it'll all be over in a few months when you're feeling better. We can push back some dates if you want to, to put you in a better state of mind. They'll understand, they wouldn't all hate you Taylor. You should see how much love and support is all over the Internet right now, it's shocking." She says sternly, taking time to really mean what she's saying.

"Can I see some of it?" I ask, nearly begging. We both know that I'm not allowed on any kind of social media until I get released and get put into a rehab clinic for a few weeks until I'm stable, but I almost feel a need to see it.

"How about I read you some?" She asks and I feel utterly disappointed. I nod and sit back, moving over a bit so she can join me. My mom sits right next to me and pulls her phone out of her purse. She reads me tweet after tweet, comment and comment, and possibly even tumblr posts which is surprising that she even knows what tumblr is.

That lasted about an hour before I broke down into tears. My mom was in the middle of reading stories of people who had been in a worse situation than me and had used my music to help them out of it. It was insane to even try to process the fact that my music has such a huge impact of people. I wanted to thank those certain people for using my music as a saving device, but I didn't know how. The least I could do was post how much I loved them, until I got out of here. I decided on having my mom tweet a simple 'I love you guys so much' to them, it was all I could do for now.