Chapter 5

Taylor was seen walking through the streets off the neighborhood, when a suicidal thought crossed her mind, the fact that she couldn't last another day without being in constant feud with Warren, and the nightmares, thoughts, and flashbacks of her mother's death wouldn't stop haunting her, she had no other reason to live. She slashed her both wrists twice and fell to ground, already soaked, she just sat there not having a care in the world as blood drained down her hand. As it drained for a while Taylor thought about something.

Was it really her time to die? Should she waste herself because of her brother?

The rain seemed to pour down on her much heavier than before, and at that moment, she began to feel dizzy and weak and a loud scream escaped her lips. Everything blacked out after that.

About 3 hours later her eyes opened and slowly wandered around the vague room, to see aguy infront of her.

She shot up to a sitting position immediately but then when she saw who it really was and heard his voice, a sigh of relief overshadowed her fright.

"Take it easy, it's alright." Lash said holding her and laying her back down on the bed.

"Lash?" she said still a little weak.

"I'm here for you. But what were you doing in the middle of the night in the rain, nearly bleeding to death?" hew asked quietly, trying not to agitate her.

She sat back up and looked at her a little bit puzzled as to way he was in the rain also, so she asked. "What were you doing in the rain."

"I heard someone scream, I went out to look, and when I did, I found you, knocked out cold and bleeding." He said holding her wrists in his hand and examined how bad she had damaged them. "This is just a recipe for disaster, anyone with these wounds would die in a matter of minutes." Lash looked up at her with concern in his eyes. "Wanna talk about it….. Mind, telling me what's wrong?" he asked softly, she knew he could be trusted, and she knew he trusted her.

While she confessed to him, he bandaged her wrists, "This may sting a little."

He could feel her jerk a little, and could see her wincing at the pain. He couldn't stop looking at her as he bandaged her wrists.

"What?" she asked as a small smile appeared on her face.

"Nothing." He replied, looking back at her wrists as he continued to bandage the left one.

"I told you what was up with me, so spill." She said looking at him.

It took at while before he started talking again, confessing what he had bottled up for a long while ever since he met her. "I've liked you since the first day you walked into the classroom the first day of school. I felt like there was a connection, it was so weird. And I might think that it might not only be liking you as a friend, but so much more."

"Lash… I-I don't know what to say." She said quietly. :You don't have to." He replied with a smile as he caressed her cheek.

She smiled a bit as she stared into his brown eyes.

He leaned closer to her, he was about to kiss her, when the door flew open.

"Taylor!" someone yelled angrily.

"Oh no." she said to herself as she saw an extremely angry brother in the doorway.

She stood up with her head looking at the ground.

"What did I tell you about him!"

"I'm sorry." She played the eight year old kid for a while trying to avoid him from arguing with her, but the person that Lash was wasn't going to just let her give up and take anything Warren might throw at her in words, he wasn't going to let her stand in defeat, not now, not ever….

"Taylor…. Why are you doing this!" Lash literally shook her, he couldn't believe she wasn't standing up for herself, at all.

"He's right Lash…"

" What the…"

"I'm glad you finally see things my way Taylor, I'll see you at home, and don't let me get back before you."

She hugged Lash and went through the door accompanied by Warren. Lash had nothing to do but watch them as they left.