This is my new Taylor-centric story. I don't know why I've been feeling inspired her lately. The ship is Tayric, and it will be a multi-chaptered story. This is my second fic, so please review. :)
Ever since she was a little girl, Taylor Hagan knew something she was sure the rest of the world didn't. Ever since the day she, as a very young child, learned it was possible to control other people, to play your cards right and make them succumb wholly to you, she was never the same. She spent much of her childhood perfecting this art, all the while practicing for the day in which she became an adult and could put it to good use. The pursing of her lips, the place of her hands on her hips or maybe twirling a strand of silky blonde hair, got her things. Jobs, money, success. Power.
As she grew to be a teenager, high school was like a breeding ground for her talent. She would always remember the day she walked through the great front doors of Hartwell High, looked around herself, and thought, people. There are people here, people I can control. Because that was the way she'd begun to think; cold, calculating, short. Making everything she did a lie, her emotions getting shallower over the years.
When she met Eric McGorrill, she was beside herself with something like joy. She spent her time on the island observing him, so that by the time they graduated and got ready to enter the world, she had him by her side. They got married and moved into a house in a suburban neighborhood, the American dream. But by this time, Taylor had begun to change. Still as manipulative as ever, she got everything she wanted and accelerated in her career faster than lightning. But she'd begun to feel strange, uneasy. She knew that her entire life was a lie; that didn't bother her at all. But sometimes she got the feeling that not only was she lying to the world, she might just be lying to herself.
That was a peculiar thought to her. After all, how can one lie to oneself? Taylor usually dismissed it as being impossible, but little did she know that all the lies, all the fakeness she had accumulated over the years had followed her. It was always behind her, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.