Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Chapter Eleven


Chapter Eleven


posted by Christina @ 11:06 AM

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At 11:22 AM, Blogger Christina said...

My hands were shaking as I stood under the bus stop across the street from Serenity Edge.
"You can do this. Just go in." I said to myself. I should have told Dryden or Luken where I was going. Instead I just told Ceci and made her promise that if anyone asked I was at the library.
"Just do it." I said, and started walking to the building. I got to the door and stared at my reflection in the glass.
"I can't do this." I said, and turned and started walking away.
"Can I help you ma'am?" I heard a man ask. I turned around and a security guard was standing there and holding the door open.
"Oh, uh I was just leaving." I said.
"Come on in. You might regret it if you leave now." He said. I sighed, and walked inside.
"Thank you." I told him as the door shut behind me.
"Sure. I see people like you all the time. Don't be so afraid." He said, and smiled. It was a warm smile and it made me feel better.
"Phil." He said, and shook my hand.
"Austin." I told him.
"The front desk is right up here. The nice woman up front is Mrs. Combs. She will help you out." He said.
"Thank you." I said again, and walked to the front desk.
"Hello. Mrs. Combs?" I asked, and the woman looked up. She had short salt and pepper hair that came just past here ears. She was wearing glasses with a gold chain around her neck in case they slipped off. She reminded me of a librarian.
"Yes. Can I help you?" She asked.
"I came to see a freind." I told her.
"Okay. What is the last name?" She asked.
"McGaferty." I told her.
"Taylor?" She asked, looking up the name in a computer.
"Yeah." I told her.
"If you follow me I can take you to the rec room. He spends most of his time in there if it's raining outside." She said.
"Okay. Thank you." I told her. She walked from behind the desk and lead me down a long hallway. My whole body was shaking and my heart was pounding.
"Are you okay dear?" Mrs. Combs asked me.
"Is there a bathroom?" I asked her.
"Yes, right up there." She said. I ran for it and made it in the stall in time to throw up.
"Oh dear. Are you okay?" She asked. I heard the door shut behind her. I walked out of the stall and rinsed my mouth out with water.
"Just scared." I told her.
"It'll be okay. Taylor isn't here because he's crazy. He's just depressed." She said.
"That's not why I'm scared." I told her.
"Oh." She said. "Sorry. I shouldn't butt in." She told me.
"It's okay. I think I'm ready now." I told her, and we walked back out into the hallway. We turned left and the hallway opened up into a huge room. There were tables here and there, a couple ping pong tables, a pool table, a tv, and a few couches. Everyone looked to be about mine and Taylor's ages. I figured they must split everyone up by age and what was wrong with them. All the paitents were wearing grey sweats. Some had robes, others had t-shirts instead of sweatshirts. I looked around the room and my heart froze. Taylor was standing up and looking out a window.
"There he is." Mrs. Combs said.
"Taylor." She said, getting clsoer to him. "Mr. McGaferty. You have a visitor." She said. Taylor turned around slowely. He looked horrible! He was pale and his eyes looked sunken in, like he hadn't slept in days. He looked startled to see me.
"I'll leave you two alone." Mrs. Combs said, and left.
"Hey." Taylor said.
"Hey." I said. He reached up to touch my cheek and I flinched, and backed away.
"I wasn't gonna hit you." He said.
"Sorry. Reflexes." I said. He walked over to a couch and sat down. I sat down next to him.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Tracy said you were in trouble and needed to see me." I told him.
"What? That little bastard." Taylor said. "I told him not to say anything to anyone!"
"It's okay." I told him. We didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"Austin. I'm sorry." Taylor said. I looked up and he had tears streaming down his face. I think he was embarassed to look at me because he was just staring at the floor.
"I royaly fucked up. Just like my dad always said I would. I fucked up my life, and I almost royaly fucked up yours." He said. "Twice."
"What happened to you Taylor?" I asked him.
"I don't know." He said. "It's like I was another person for a while. I keep thinking back to everything, and I can't believe it." He said.
"Me either. You were such a nice a guy." I told him.
"I don't know about that. But now I feel like a ticking bomb, and I don't know when I'll go off." He said.
"Are they helping you here?" I asked, not sure what to say.
"Yeah. A lot, actually." He said. "Are you with Lee?" He asked me.
"Luken." I corrected. "And no. Not yet anyway." I said.
"Not yet." He grunted, and put his hands over his face.
"Taylor, you almost killed me that night. I don't know if I can ever forgive you for that." I said.
"I know. I know, and I'm sorry. I don't expect you to. I can't forgive myself for it." He said. "I can't forgive myself for much of anything." He added, and started sobbing.
"Oh god, Taylor." I said, and pulled him foward, hugging him. He cried like that for a few minutes.
When he stopped he looked up at me. His eyes were red and swollen. It made me tear up to see him like that.
"I miss you Austin. I miss how we used to be. I miss not feeling like an evil bastard every moment I'm awake." He said.
"You aren't evil." I told him.
"Yes, I am. You don't know half the things I've done." He said. "I need out. I need to be done with The Guns." He said.
"So be done." I told him.
"I can't. It's not that easy. I know stuff about everyone in that group. They'd kill me if I left." He said.
"So what are you going to do?" I asked him.
"I don't. But I know I'm not afriad to die. Not without you in my life anymore." He said. I had no idea what to say to him.
"You should go." He said, and startled me.
"Go?" I asked.
"Yeah. I have an appointment with the shrink. They're going to come around and get me in about five minutes." He told me.
"Okay." I said, and we both stood up.
"Please come back again." He said.
"I will." I told him.
"Promise?" He asked, and I shook my head yes. I didn't want to talk because I was afraid I would cry. He smiled then hugged me. I walked out of the place so fast, I didn't even aknowledge Phil or Mrs. Combs when the said goodbye to me. I just ran to the bus stop, and sat down on the bench. It was still raining outside, and cold. The bus came a minute later and I got on. The minute I sat down I started crying, and cried all the way back to my place.

 

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