Edit: I probably should have said that the Taylor in this chapter is Taylor Swift, not York. Just clarifying.

Chapter 1

Hayley's POV

*Beep Beep Beep*

"Good mornin' Tennessee! This is for all you early birds, since it's 2:30 a.m. Today's weather is predicted to be sunny, but only 35-"

I slammed my fist on the snooze button. I pretty much wanted to stab the thing. The covers that lay on top of me were so comfortable that I almost fell back into dreamland. Then, I realized, I gotta work.

I shot up in bed and slid my feet over the side of it. In a daze, I scurried over to my dresser and felt around for my scrubs. After a minute of searching and thinking I probably should find a light switch, I found them. I tore off my red cami and black basketball shorts and threw on my scrubs. I grabbed a plastic bag and put my Ramones t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and Adidas in there. Once I'm done with my shift, I could probably go all Incredible Hulk on my scrubs.

I trudged out into the kitchen area and immediately turned on the coffee pot. I was gonna needs lots of this after partying last night. And by partying I mean watching Bridesmaids with Dakotah and Taylor and having a red bull chugging contest. I grabbed a box of Captain Crunch on the counter, found a somewhat clean bowl in the sink, and poured my cereal. I opened the old fridge next to me, searching for milk. It's all gone. Damn it. Should I just use orange juice…? Nah.

I grab a random spoon and dig into my milk-less cereal. As I wait for my coffee, I look around my small kitchen area. My wandering eyes stop at two pictures on the wall. The one on the right is of me when I was two, propped up on top of an elephant from the circus, screaming my head off. Down below me were my parents, smiling like nothing was wrong. The one on the left is of five year old me holding a fake electric guitar and wearing "rock star shades". As I squint at both pictures, I start to remember how I got here.

It may sound weird, but ever since I was four, I've wanted to be in the music industry. I can remember writing ridiculous songs about flowers, and humming along to the lyrics. However, my dad is a doctor and my mom was a psychiatrist. They really didn't approve of my dreams. When I was 15, I wanted to join this punk/rock band but my mom said "That's not for you! It'll brainwash you!" I actually considered being in a Christian band to impress them, but that's not my style.

My dad has always wanted one of his three kids to be a doctor or nurse, and since I was first born, it was pretty much a given. When college time came around, my parents pretty much said they'll only pay for medical school. I thought about objecting, but since I would be broke even with a job, I had to comply. I passed medical school with flying colors, and my dad found me a job as a nurse at Brown-Everett Community Hospital, one of two hospitals in my town. Even as a nurse, I still write and sing and play guitar. If my parents ever found it, they'd go crazy.

Suddenly, the beeping timer of the coffee pot snapped me back to reality. After pouring and enjoying my coffee, I realize it's 2:50. I have to leave in ten minutes!

I rush into the bathroom and quickly brush my fading orange hair. Probably should've dyed it over the weekend. I quickly glance at my makeup basket, realizing I have no time for that. I brush my teeth and run back out to the kitchen. I grab a portable coffee thing and pour the rest of my coffee in there. I grab my wallet, keys, phone/iPod and run out the door. Halfway down the rickety apartment steps, I realize I left my cereal on the table. Hey, if somebody breaks in, they'll have a snack.

I hop into Miss Anne (my car) and start it up. It's like a freaking freezer in there, since it's the end of December. I feel my phone vibrate and see I got a text. From Chad. "Have a good day at work. Don't get too much blood on those amazing scrubs. Love you."

Aw, Chad.

Chad's been my boyfriend since I was 22, so a little over 3 years. He's 8 years older than me, which makes no difference for me, but my parents are still a little apprehensive about him. Finally, I decide I probably should start driving to work.

I get to the hospital at 3:20, after almost being rear ended by some idiot on his cell phone. Who's on their cell phone at 3 o'clock in the morning? I reach for the car door handle, but hesitate and sigh. I really hate my job. It's not the people, because almost all of them are nice, besides my boss and the creepy janitor. It isn't the hospital or the patients. It's just I really don't like doing this. I don't wanna be stuck sticking IV's into people's arms the rest of my life.

Before I can continue this train of thought, some snow from a tree above my car falls on the roof. I realize, this is a good time to get off my butt. I get out and walk towards the entrance.