|Afterglow|Taylor Swift|

|Chapter 7|Moments|

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Sams P.O.V

I slowly open my eyes and jump at the sight of the unfamiliar room. Then I remember, I drag my hand up to the new wound.

Look at you. In her house again. What a useless bitch! Just kill yourself already.

I swallow hard trying to push the voice away. I sit up and lean against the headboard. What do I do now, I almost died. I can't go back there and Taylor probably won't let me.

I let out a shaky breath and get up, shivering from the cold floor. I make my way out of the room and look around. It's a different room from before, where the fuck am I?

I hold my arms and walk down the hall. I turned and felt tension grow. I don't know why, I want to scream I feel like I'm being watched.

My breathing quickens and I can't think straight. My vision is splotchy. I lean against the wall for support but end up missing and falling.

I can't breathe, what if he is in this house. What if Taylor doesn't actually care. She probably just see's me as a pitty project. Why can't I do anything right. Why am I so useless to everyone and the world. Why-

"Sam?" I hear breaking me out of my thoughts. I look at her and see her. I still can't breathe right, I feel like I'm suffocating.

"Sam! Sam calm down, please" she says trying to help. I try to follow her breathing but ai can't and I end up going black.

I wake up looking at a tall ceiling and I freeze. I sit up in a panic. A hand touches my back and I jump. Turning to just se Taylor I relaxed a little.

Wait was I just. I mean I couldn't control it but was I on her lap? Oh my God, I think I was laying on her. I passed out infront of her too. I feel my whole face heat up with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry" I say covering my face with my hands. She chuckles and I squirm more at the sound.

"No need to apologize. I don't mind." What? What the fuck is that supposed to imply. I lean back on the couch and take some deep breaths.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I froze as she asked. What happened when? Just now or a couple days ago? Or is she trying to ask about what has happened.

"No" I say sheepishly. I hold my breath and hold my shaking hands. "Ok... If you need a place to stay you can stay here." I had been stressing over what I would do. I don't want to except but what choice do I have. "O-ok. Thanks Ms.- taylor" I say whispering her name.

She smiled and me sit there in silence for awhile. She has helped me a lot and I am trying to figure out why someone like her would do that. Why would someone who is rich and powerful and has everything she could want, help a broken piece of shit like me. Why would ANY living person waist there time on me.

"Sam?" I hear as a hand rests on my shoulder. I look up at her and see the concerned look in her face. I hadn't noticed the tears streaming down my face. I let out a shaky sigh and give her a fake smile.

"I-i um need my stuff" I say coughing a little. I look at the ground and let out some shaky breaths.

"I can help you with that" Im hesitant but who else will help. "Thank you taylor" she stands up and I follow her. She goes to her car and we get in.