Going To Hell

Never loved, never wanted

SALLY'S POV

What did I do? I knew I must've fallen in love with her but she was so hurt. So hurt by my words, by the things I did and even my existence. I had to wake up from the nightmare I lived in and just be there for her. I knew she wasn't fixed even though she couldn't hear my voice in her head anymore.

"Taylor?"

She wouldn't reply. She was just staring blankly at the walls, at me then at her arms. She probably was wondering who the hell I was and how I was just a voice.

Well, everything started as I said. After being abused by my brother, then being in a coma - I sort of died while trying to reach for my body but I found Taylor's. The girl from the Grinch. For a while, meaning till she got here in this hospital, I thought I was in my own body. I thought I was making MYSELF cut, scream, break things and so on but I was apparently hurt the poor innocent Taylor.

I felt like such a failure. Well, I must have been one.

I could see panic in Taylor's eyes. She started shaking, her lips went kind of purple and her eyes looked so confused. She kept saying "Don't hurt me." and calling for the love of her life, Amy.

"Tayor, calm down." I said. "I'm here for you."

"No. You. You aren't real. It's just my mind. I want Amy. Where is Amy?!"

"Look, baby. I know you've been through a lot. Can you please have a seat and help me calm you down? Please?" I begged. "Oh shit you must have forgotten to take your pills..." I said, trying not to look way too worried. "Have you taken them? Hush, it's going to go alright."

"No." she whispered in panic then left the door and went straight to the bathroom. Gosh.

"Taylor, sweetie, no, don't. Please. Talk to me. Don't hurt yourself. Not because of this. It's not worth it-I... I love you. I love you the way you love Amy!"

"Who is this? Why do you keep calling for Taylor?"

I heard a woman saying that. Her voice was kind of familiar. No. Holy shit. She was brown haired and her eyes were shining. I must confess, I was drowning into her beautiful eyes.

"Look, I can't explain this at the moment. Help me make her get out of the bathroom till she doesn't cut herself or something."

Taylor was in the bathroom, looking desperately for a razor blade. There weren't any but she noticed the scissors. It was the feeling she'd been craving for ages but she just couldn't do it.

"Taylor, baby? It's me, Amy. Is the voice talking to you again?"
"No. I want Sally to go away!" she screamed.

"Sweetie, the voice is gonna go away pretty soon because of the meds and my help. Keep talking, baby."

"Sally's next to you!" she groaned.

"Babe, Sally's just a voice."

"No, she's fucking next to you." she said, punching the door.

Then, Amy and I froze. I tried to ignore it seeing as I heard Taylor wrecking things in the bathroom and then, suddenly calming down. I knew she had done it again because she stopped talking. She must have been in a shock.

"Taylor, it's ok. Open the door." I said, trying to be calm. "Let me help you up."

She pushed me over as she reached for Amy's hands. Then, I understood I was no longer wanted.