|Afterglow|Taylor Swift|

|Chapter 2|Confusion|

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Sams P.O.V

I slowly open my eyes, I start freak out when I don't recognize the room. I jolt up and then remember what happened. I sit against the wall and pull my knees to my chest.

Last night.... what of she wasn't there. It should have just happened, I deserve it. My dad, he won't care. I'm surprised he hasn't done it himself.

It feel wierd to be in this house.  Not because Taylor is wealthy, just the feeling of being in strangers house.  I'm scared and I don't know what to do.

Why is the world so lonely. My dad doesn't love me. I don't have friends.  I don't have anyone.  I hope this job helps take away some of the loneliness.

I really don't want to go home but I don't have a choice. My vision blurs as I think. I feel like I'm not in a room anymore.

The floor is cold, the world is cold, I am cold.  I want to cry but whats the point, things won't change.

You could make it change

I don't know how

You can leave this world and the pain will go away. Nobody wants you here anyway.

I let my legs slip to the floor and I slowly pull up the oversized shirt.  I look at my bear thigh and look at all the scars.  Some are old others from last week.

All you have to do is-

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock. I look blankly at the door and push myself up, the shirt falling back over my legs. I slowly walk to the door, its so cold.

My shaky hand raps around the nob and I open it slightly to peak out. I look up to see Taylor, she was dressed in sweatpants and a shirt. I look up at her and she gives me a soft smile.  It fades for a minute like she is wanting to ask something but soon comes back.

"Are you ok... from last night?" She asked sounding concerned.

Why does she care? "yeah"

"Would you like to eat breakfast? I could drive you home afterwards."  Home, can you call it that? Aren't homes supposed to be a place where you feel safe?

"That sounds nice" I say weakly.

"Sam I'm truly sorry about last night" she says with an appagetic smile.  I feel my body warm up a little and I forget about the cold floor, just for a moment.  Why is that? Why can she do that? She is confusing.

She walks away, probably to the kitchen.  I slowly close the small gap in the door and lean against it.  I look at my dress from last night. I'm glad it isn't tight because it's all I have to wear.  I don't like tight clothes.

I slip her shirt off and put the dress back on.  I folded the shirt up and layed it on the bed.  I look in the mirror and noticed how short the skirt is.  It is a risk wearing it, I won't do it again.

I noticed the make up for the first time.  It was smudged and basically showed all of the bruis on my right cheek. I wash it off, no point in trying to hide something that is visible.

I look at myself in the mirror, I'm so fat. I look at my face and see the bruise that takes up most of my cheek. I touch it lightly and flinch away from my own hand.

I leave the room and walk down the stairs.  I stumble around a couple rooms finally finding the kitchen.  Taylor is busy, I don't think she noticed me.

I slowly walk to the island with my head down.  I feel like a deer in headlights. Taylor brings her attention on me finally noticing I was there.

She was smiling but it soon turned to a flat line when she saw my face. She looked like she was questioning herself.  She soon moves again pretending she didn't see anything.