******AUTHOR’S NOTE:******* This story is COMPLETELY fiction. This is a story of love and how one can be blind and not see it. This story is not going to be long, but that’s how it should be.
*****BEWARE***** There is a little foul language and adult content. I warned you!
Prolong
As I looked around my surrounds, I realized I was in the hospital. My mind went blank. How did I get here? I remembered. I was eating my dinner, alone like usual, and I had some pains in my chest. A heart attack. I prayed that it would all end soon. The pain that is. I’ve had this pain in my heart for a long time. And it wasn’t physical pain. Emotional pain. I recalled that it all began when I was 14, 21 years ago. I was on the run. The run for my life. I was a runaway. As memories flooded back to me I closed my eyes. I heard the medical people around me talk.
“She’s going to die isn’t she?” Someone asked. I knew the answer. Yes.
Chapter One: The Child is Gone
*21 years ago*
My past was quite lost. I still can’t remember it. Well, I don’t want to remember it. I had a good family. A mom, a dad, and a dog named Sparky. I guess I was happy. Happy as any child could be. One night my mom, dad, and I were driving home from a dinner, it was real late. All I remember was a bright light, then darkness. Darkness follows everything in my life. I closed my eyes as I heard the sirens fill my small ears. That night, my mom and dad pasted away. And I was scarred for life. Physically and emotionally. My heart was weaken by the car accident. I was never the same after that. I was only 10 at the time. The week after I got out of the hospital I was put in foster home from foster home from foster home. It was never the same. I can’t remember ONE thing from that 1 year of living in those foster homes. I just remember the after mat. I was defensive. I had to get away. So I ran. I took a bus to New York. Why New York? Well, that’s where I lived with my parents. I thought if I went back they would come back to me. As I stepped off the bus on a cold and extremely eerie night, I knew they weren’t coming back. But I couldn’t turn back. Not now. Not ever. This the path I chose to follow. The runaway path. The forgotten path.
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A year had gone by since I first hit the streets. That first year was the toughest. I had to learn the “ropes”. I was only 11 when I hit the streets, yet I was maturer then any adult. I had to find a home, (which was usually an empty warehouse or a shelter) find food, (which I often couldn’t find, so I went hungry for weeks at a time), and, probably the most difficult thing, find someone to trust. When I hit the age of 12 I was smarter. I had a consistent place to stay and I found a great supply of food. It was called Phil’s Foods. Phil (the owner) caught me trying to steal some bread one day and instead of calling the cops, he gave me a job, some food at the end of the day, and a room. He gave me no money though. Even though I would have LOVED to have money, I was so happy that I had a home and some food that I forgot. For months I stayed there. I was content. But I had this urge to run. See places I haven’t seen before. So I left. I vowed to give him a proper thank- you when I made it on my own. I hitched my way across the US of A. I was happy. Happy as any 12 soon to be 13 year old could be. I celebrated my 13th birthday in a shelter. Not the exact way I wanted to celebrate it, but I did my best. I was still on the road when I was nearing my 14th birthday and decided to head home. Where I belonged.
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As I stepped out of the car, that I had hitched a ride with, everything seemed different. There seemed to be more people in the city. More, younger people. People my age. Girls my age. This seemed quite weird to me. Why would all these girls be here? What month was it anyway? It was May. I think? It was just my birthday, which was in April, so it must be May. School’s still going, I think. Been awhile since I’ve gone. As I made my way through the overly busy streets of New York, I dared to ask one of the numerous teen girls that I’ve passed.
“Excuse me. What’s going on?” I asked some teenage girl who bumped into me.
“Don’t you know?! Hanson’s here!!” And with that, she squealed. Gosh, some people could be quite giddy. Who’s Hanson? And why would anyone care if they’re here? Weird people we have in New York. Weird people. But as I walked by them, I wished silently to myself I could be like them. Like children. I sighed, and wiped away a tear as I thought to myself. The child is gone.
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This is the song that this chapter was written after:
Child Is Gone by Fiona Apple
Darling, give me your absence tonight
Take the shade from the canvas and leave me the white
Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside
And don’t bother leaving the light on
‘Cuz I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my have o’er a strange inversion
A vacancy that just did not belong
The child is gone
Honey help me out of this mess
I’m a stranger to myself
But don’t reach for me, I’m too far away
I don’t wanna talk ‘cuz there’s nothing left to say
So my
Darling, give me your absence tonight
Take all of your sympathy and leave it outside
‘Cuz there’s no kind of loving that can make this all right
I’m trying to find a place I belong
And I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my hand o’er a strange inversion
As the darkness turns into the dawn
The child is gone
The child is gone
Chapter Two: Sullen Girl
I slept that night in an ally. It doesn’t sound that good, but at least I slept. When I woke up the next day, I had a wave of relief mixed with nausea. I had to go back to Phil. I needed a home and food. No doubt about that. As I walked past a store window, I stopped to look at my reflection. I looked bad. You could tell I had been sleeping outside. My lips were bright red and blue, my cheeks were a rosy shade of pink, and my nose was bright red. I turned and continued to walk, hurrying my pace to try to increase my body warmth. I began to vigorously shake my hands to bring warmth in them. As I neared my destination of Phil’s Foods I saw a blond girl hunched over on the side of the curb. As I passed by her, I weaken. She didn’t appear to be a runaway, but I didn’t want her to end up like me. I approached her, nervously. There are crazy people in this world after all. “Are you alright?” I asked, gently putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Ya, just thinking.” The girl said. She turned to look at me and I was shocked to see the beauty this girl possessed. She seemed to be around my age, she was pretty tall (at least 3 inches taller than me), with long blonde hair, and the most studding blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I seemed quite dull compared to her. With my long black hair, my violet eyes (yes violet, they are real), and my short appearance. I became incredibly shy for some reason.
“Oh. Ok.” I said, stumbling over my words. As I looked at this girl, she looked more and more like a boy. Hmm... Long hair? Interesting. I turned to leave and she(he?) grabbed my arm and turned me to look at her. I looked surprisingly at her, shocked at her forwardness. She also looked shocked and let go quickly of my arm, blushing.
“I’m sorry. I was- um- my- I’m Taylor.” He(I guess she was a he) said, looking down at the ground. I looked at him and felt something inside me tingle. There was this look he gave me when he looked back at me. It was this smile. A smile that showed me his beautiful side. I guess if I saw this guy walking down the street I would never give him a second look, but his smile made me melt and what to give him everything. He eyes sparkled as he looked me up and down, then gave me that smile again. All I could do was return it. It felt like days before we spoke again, yet it was only minutes. His smile had that affect on me.
“What’s your name?” He asked, knocking me out of my gaze.
“Oh. Tori.” I answered simply. I began to walk, trying to block the radiation he was pouring through my skin. The radiation that wanted me to trust him. But I couldn’t, I’ve only known him for all of 5 minutes.
“Where are you going?” He asked me. I wondered why he was walking with me. Of course I didn’t tell him to stop him or anything like that, I kind of liked it.
“To Phil’s Foods. It’s across the street. You can come with me if you want.” I answered, trying to make friends with him. Why not?
“Cool. I’ll meet you there. I have to ask my parents.”
“Ok. See you.” I said, smiling. As I watched him walk to a hotel that was a block down, I smiled to myself and began to walk to my destination. I began thinking. What am I getting into. Some complete stranger is meeting me at Phil’s??!! What am I thinking!
I had no idea how that one decision would forever change my life.
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As I talked to Phil, him agreeing for me to work there and stay in my old room, Taylor walked in.
“Phil, please don’t tell that guy who just walked in about my situation. Ok?” I asked, practically begging him.
“Ok. As long as you work hard for me Tori. I missed ya when you were gone.” Phil said with a smile. Phil was a good man. He was 55, his wife just passed by. He treated me like I was his kid, since he had done of his own, but it was ok. It gave me a sense of security. He made me smile. I turned my attention from Phil, who was helping a customer, to Taylor. As he entered the deli, time seemed to stop. I took a sharp breath as I walked over to him. He smiled that smile and walked closer to me.
“So, this is Phil’s Foods?” He asked.
“Ya. I live here.” I replied. How am I going to tell Taylor the truth? In time.
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As I went to bed that night, I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t where I was, it wasn’t even Taylor. It was- something. Something I couldn’t place my finger on. I rose from my bed and made my way to the window. I traced a finger along the window pane.
“Why did I talk to Taylor? How am I going to tell him why I’m living with Phil? How can I? He won’t understand. Or will he. I mean, we spent 2 hours talking and working at Phil’s. HE even asked me to come visit him at his hotel. Thank god Phil allows me to shower. How embarrassing it would be when I go visit him and I’m dirty and smelly!” I thought to myself as I looked out of the window. Tiny snow flakes were falling outside. I got an urge to run outside in the snow, something I haven’t done in a long time. I picked up my coat (which Phil supplied) and ran outside. As I ran down the stairs and out the back door, I wondered what would happen with my life. Nothing. As I found my way outside, I spun in a circle as the small white snowflakes hit my small frame. As I slowed down I felt this calmness rush over my body. Relief. I sat down on the middle of the curb and relished some memories. I remembered Phil telling me I was a sullen girl when I first met him. I was 12 at the time and had no clue what a “sullen” girl was. I know now. And you know what? I still am a sullen girl.
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This is the song that the chapter is written after:
Sullen Girl by Fiona Apple
Days like this, I don’t know what to do with myself
All day-- and all night
I wander the halls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need feel-- to take flight--
And there’s too much going on
But it’s calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Is that why they call me a sullen girl-- sullen girl
They don’t know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl--
And left an empty shell of me
And there’s too much going on
But it’s calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It’s calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Chapter Three: Outside
Many people feel that they’re on the outside of a group, a group of friends, workers, or even family members. I guess I was never on the outside or the inside, whatever that may be. I was just there. Along for the ride. The week that I spent with Taylor and his family was probably the only time of my life I felt in. Not on the outside- at all. The first day I spent with the Hanson family was odd. I remember nervously walking through the glass double doors of the ritzy hotel Taylor was staying in and to the front desk.
“Hi. I’m here to visit Taylor.” I told the lady at the front desk.
“And your name is?”
“Tori.”
“Oh. Yes. Taylor has been expecting you. Go to the second elevator and press the red button. That should take you to his room. It’s number 344.” I quickly headed to the elevator and pressed the up button. I tapped my fingertips lightly on my arm as I waited for the elevator to arrive. When it finally came, I trudged my body in and pressed that bright red button. Should I tell Taylor my situation? I think I should. Yes, I think will.
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I knocked on the hotel door. “Please let Taylor answer it. Please.” I thought to myself as the door creaked open. My prayers weren’t answered.
“Hello. You must be Tori. I’m Taylor’s mom. You can call me mom if you want to.” A short, long (and I mean long) blonde haired woman spoke to me.
“Yes, I am. Please to meet you, mom.” I said, giving her a big smile. It was kind of weird to call someone mom again, but it was quite nice also.
“Come in, Taylor has been waiting for you.” Mrs. Hanson said with a smile, leading me in by putting her arm around my shoulders. I looked around and saw a small little boy with blonde (medium length) hair sitting near the door, playing with a toy car.
“Vvvvrr room. Vvvvrr room.” He repeated over and over again.
“This is Joshua Mackenzie. He likes it if you call him Mackie. He’s 3.” Mrs. Hanson said, picking up Mackie. He was so cute. You just wanted to pinch his cheeks. Mrs. Hanson gently lowered Mackie into my arms and I looked down at him. He seemed so precious, even though he was 3 years old. He gently tugged at one of my locks of hair and twirled it around his tiny fingers.
“Hi. I’m Mackie. Who are you?”
“Hi Mackie. I’m Tori. How old are you?” I asked him. I simply smiled at him as he pondered this question. I assumed it was quite hard for a young child to remember small things like that. He quickly shoved 3 fingers in the air.
“I’m three!” He shouted, not quite pronouncing three the correct way.
“That’s wonderful.” I said, looking at Mrs. Hanson for help.
“Mackie, time for your nap- nap. Give Tori a squish- squish.” Mrs. Hanson said. A squish- squish? What’s that? Mackie simply smiled at his mom and gave me a hug and a kiss on the check.
“Have a good nap Mackie.” I said as he toddled out of the room, holding Mrs. Hanson’s hand. I looked around. No one seemed to be here. I began walking around the room. I noticed rollarblades, shoes, dolls, and a lot of other things. I bent down and noticed a necklace dangling on a dolls neck. It was for a person and it was beautiful. It was a simple cross on a black chain. I gently removed it from the doll’s neck and held it in my hand. It felt cold in my hand. It added warmth to it. I gripped it tightly in my palm, feeling the imprint of the cross bear in my hand.
“Hey Tori. What’s in your hand?” A voice said from my right side.
“Hey. Oh, this necklace I found on a doll. I was just admiring it. It’s really pretty.” I told Taylor (who was the voice). I turned to face him and smiled, holding the necklace from my fingers.
“Oh, that’s mine. You want it?” He asked me, gently touching the cross as it dangled from my fingers.
“You mean it?” I asked, bugged eyed (literally). I was shocked. I barely knew Taylor and he was giving me this beautiful necklace, one that I would cherish for the rest of my life.
“Ya.” He told me, smiling at my expression.
“Um, sure. Thanks.” I said, blushing and looking at the ground. He gently took the necklace, which was wrapped around my fingers, and placed it around my neck. To this very day, that was the best thing anyone has ever given me. It was more than just a necklace, he gave me the reason to trust someone. Ya, it doesn’t make sense, but Taylor gave me a lot within that one necklace. A lot more than anyone else has given me (even Phil). I shyly looked up at him and thought to myself what a great guy he was.
“You wanna meet my sibs?” He asked as he lowered his hand from where it had been resting, my shoulder.
“Sure.” I replied, trying to sound happy. I was happy, but part of me didn’t feel right here. Like, I did belong, but not quite. It was a weird feeling. A feeling that I have never experienced before, and never again did, even years after. As Taylor introduced me to his sisters and brothers I was astonished to see and meet 5 other siblings.
“This is Mackie, whom you’ve already met, this is Avery, this is Jessica, this is Zac, and this is Isaac. Everyone this is Tori.” Taylor announced, pointing each person out to me.
“Hi.” I meekly said.
“Hey.” Avery said, not looking up from her Barbies
“Hi!” Jessica said, trying to take one of Avery’s Barbies.
“HI TORI!” Zac yelled from across the room.
“I have to go to the bathroom. Oh, hi Tori.” Mackie said, smiling at me as he tugged on Isaac’s pants.
“I’ll take you in a second Mac. Hi, Tori.” Isaac said, as he picked up Mackie and led him to the bathroom.
“A day in the life of the Hanson’s.” Taylor whispered in my ear as we looked around the room. Total chaos. Jessica achieved taking a barbie away from Avery. Avery was now hitting Jessica over the head with a barbie. Mackie had return from the bathroom, naked, and ran around the room with Isaac, carrying his clothes, following him. Zac was quietly sitting on the couch and looking at me. Me? Wait, he was looking at me? Weird child. I turned to face Taylor.
“Taylor,” I whispered in his ear, “Why is Zac staring at me?” Taylor simply shrugged his shoulders, took my hand and led me out of the living room.
“Where are we going?” I asked him as he lead me down a long hallway.
“To my room. I have something for you.” Taylor said, glowing with pride as he opened the door to his room. As the door opened, I took a deep breath. I’ve never seen a more “lived” in room. Clothes strung across the floor, papers sticking out everywhere, even the occasionally CD poking out of pillows, clothes, etc....
“Tori, I want to give you something. See, my brothers and I are in a band. Zac plays drums, I play keyboards, and Ike plays guitar. We made a CD and we’re here in New York on business. As I told you, I’m from Tulsa, Oklahoma and we’re going back there in two days. Well, to get to the point, I want you to have the CD. It’s not released till the end of May.” Taylor told me as he began to dug in one of his drawers. When he withdrew his hand he had a CD. He placed it in my hand and I examined it. On the cover was Taylor, Zac, and Ike. They looked different, but cute. As I opened the CD and looked at the CD itself I was impressed.
“Promise me you’ll listen to it when you get home.” Taylor said looking at me with a gleam in his eye.
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This is the song that this chapter is named after:
Outside by Mariah Carey
Verse 1
It’s hard to explain
Inherently it’s just always been strange
Neither here nor there
Always somewhat out of place everywhere
Ambiguous
Without a sense of belonging to touch
Somewhere halfway
Feeling there’s no one completely the same
Chorus 1
Standing alone
Eager to just
Believe it’s good enough to be what
You really are
But in your heart
Uncertainly forever lies
And you’ll always be
Somewhere on the
Outside
Verse 2
Early on, you face
The realization you don’t
Have a space
Where you fit in
And recognize you
Were born to exist
Chorus 2
Standing alone
Eager to just
Believe it’s good enough to be what
You really are
But in your heart
Uncertainly forever lies
And you’ll always be
Somewhere on the
Outside
And it’s hard
And it’s hard
And it’s hard
Bridge
Irreversibly
Falling in between
And it’s hard
And it’s hard
To be understood
As you are
As you are
Oh, and God knows
That you’re standing on your own
Blind and unguided
Into a world divided
You’re thrown
Where you’re never quite the same
Although you try-- try and try
To tell yourself
You really are
But in your heart
Uncertainly forever lies
And you’ll always be
Somewhere on the outside
You’ll always be
Somewhere on the outside
Chapter Four: And When You Left, You Took My Heart With You
Two days came and went, and I kept my promise. I listened to that CD every second. Luckily, Phil had a CD player. It was pretty crapped up, but I was grateful for it. I loved all of the songs, but one song stuck out from all of them. It was called “I Will Come To You.” It was beautiful. It still is. The day Taylor left, he took my heart. I knew I would never be the same as I watched him board the plane. In my hand was a letter he wrote me and on my neck was the necklace he gave me. I didn’t cry though. In my heart I thought this wouldn’t be the end. But it was. It was. I never saw the Taylor I knew again. I only saw Taylor Hanson, the pop star.
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A year after my friendship with Taylor blossomed- and faded- I was adopted by Phil. I finally had that family. The night Phil and I found out the adoption went through I saw Taylor again. I remember it just like it was yesterday.
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“Tori!” Taylor yelled as he entered the deli. I was in the middle of handing a customer some cash when I heard Taylor’s voice. A smile was brought to my lips.
“Thank you for coming to Phil & Tori’s Deli, please come back again.” I said, waving to the elderly customer. “Taylor.” I whispered as he walked closer to the cash register.
“Phil & Tori’s Deli? Hmm... Interesting. And you grew out your hair. Love it.” Taylor said as he pressed his body close to mine as he drew me into a tight hug.
“Ya, Phil adopted me. We just found out tonight that it final---” I stopped in the middle of my sentence. Taylor looked at me studded.
“Adopted you? I thought he was your grandpa or something. Can you take a walk with me. We have to- uh- disscuss things.” Taylor said, tugging on my hand.
“Ok. Phil, I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” I told Phil, who was giving a customer his meat.
“Ok sweetie.” He said, with a slight wave. Taylor grasped my hand as we walked through the streets of New York.
“Tori, why did Phil adopted you? Please tell me.” Taylor said, gripping my hand hard.
“Well, I should have told you this sooner, but my mom and dad they died in an accident when was I was 10. For a year I was in foster home from foster home. When I was 12, I just couldn’t take it. So I took off. For 2 years I was alone. I met Phil when I was 13. He proved me with a home, some food, and clothes. He was like my family. When I was almost 14 I took off. And when I meet you, I returned to New York. Phil let me live with him for a couple months before I suggested that he adopted me. I mean, we were practically family anyway. You were long gone by that time. You were in Paris or something. Today we got the phone call that would find out whether I would stay or go. It was a big risk. Cause if Phil couldn’t adopt me, I would be gone. God answered two prayers of mine today. One was Phil adopted me and the other was- He brought you back.” I finished, turning to look at Taylor. “I love you Taylor.” I whispered, unsure of if I should say what I was feeling.
“I don’t love you Tori. Not the way you want me to. Not after you kept something like that from me. Not after you lied to me. I gave you one of the most important things I could give anyone. I gave you my friendship. And you ruined it.”
“No Taylor. I gave you the most important thing I could give anyone. I gave you my heart. And you broke it the day you left and never once came back. You could have stopped by the millions of times you were in New York. Why now? And now you say that I broke the friendship. You were the one. Not me. Don’t even think of blaming it on me. Just don’t Taylor.” I yelled. We stared at each other for a few minutes. Silent between us. But I stopped it. I left. I was the one who broke the friendship now. I was leaving him. I was going back to someone who loved me. As I walked back to the deli, I began thinking. This was the last time I would ever see Taylor. I would never try to contact him, nor would he. But I lived the rest of my life hoping that he would come back to me. He never came back. But when I think about it, I’m glad he didn’t.
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*The present*
I’m dying now. In a hospital bed. I just spoke to a doctor. He told me the facts. He told me he doesn’t expect to see me in the morning. Doctors sure can be heartless. No one came to visit me dying, there was no one to tell. Phil died 4 years ago and with his departure, he left me with nothing but the deli. I asked the nurses to play me some music. I guess one is into some girl who’s named Jewel, cause that’s what is playing. A beautiful song is playing. I think it’s called “Near Me Always.” It described the way I felt about Taylor. I still think of him to this day. I’m even still wearing that necklace he gave me and I still listen to “Middle Of Nowhere.” I never bought another album and I never planned to. I want to remember him the way I knew him. The way I always want to remember him. Oh, how I loved him. As I closed my eyes and took my last breath I heard the light chords of the song playing.
“I love you Taylor Hanson,” I whispered to the wind as my heart stopped beating.
Near You Always by Jewel
Please don’t say I love you,
those words touch me much too deeply
and they make my core tremble
Don’t think you realize the power you have over me
And please don’t come so close
it just makes me want to make you near me always
Please don’t kiss me so sweet
it makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow
And please don’t touch me like that
makes every other embrace seem pale and sallow
Please don’t look at me like that
it makes me want to make you near me always
BRIDGE:
Please don’t send me flowers
they only whisper the sweet things you’d say
Don’t try to understand me
your hands already know too much anyway
it just makes me want to make you near me always
And when you look in my eyes
please know my heart is in your hands
it’s nothing that I understand, but in your arms
you have complete power over me
So be gentle if you please, ‘cause
Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth
And it makes me want to make you near me always
I want to be near you always
I want to be near you always
I want to be near you always
Chapter Five: Close My Eyes
It was Wednesday, no Thursday. It was Thursday and I was in my kitchen. I was now 35 and I was alone. Been alone for a couple years now. For 20 to be exact. Ever since I left Tori. I only thought we were friends, but when she confessed to me that she had those feelings towards me, I was shocked. I said the first thing that came to my mind. “I don’t love you Tori.” I remember it so clearly. But the thing is, I did love her, but I was only 15. For me, 15 was too young to know that you’re in love. But, as I said, I’m 35 and I’m still dwelling on that lost love. I never went back to her, nor did she come back to me. I guess fate decided I should be alone for my life.
“Taylor, read the paper,” Ike said as he came into the kitchen.
“Why aren’t you home with the wife and kids? And what page?” I asked.
“Page 10. This is more important.” Ike said turning to the page. When page 10 came up, I quickly scanned the page. My eyes stopped when I spotted a familiar face. Was that Tori? I quickly read the short article to discover that she was dead. “Died of a weak heart that she had for years. A tragedy too, she was left all alone. The funeral will be held in New York City. All are welcomed.”
“I’m going. To her funeral that is. I would like it if the whole family came too.” I said, looking up from the paper.
“Of course Taylor. I'll go call them now.” Ike said as he turned to go to the phone that was in the living room. I got up from my spot. I placed the paper down on the table. I had to go back to her. I loved her. I wished I found out sooner though. I wish I could tell her personally. I hope she knows. I sat back down and closed my eyes, picturing her in my mind. I could almost feel her next to me. But in my heart, I know she does- cause love finds a way to be found out. I closed my eyes and pictured her. I closed my eyes.
****FINAL AUTHOR’S NOTE****
The reason why I chose to have songs at the end of each chapter was that music tells life better than words can. For me, I understood each chapter better with the songs. They should help you (the readers) understand Tori’s struggle to find that person to trust. She did find him and he found her, yet they never knew till the end. Real life isn’t this hard, but in some cases it is. I just wanted people out there to understand and learn, NO ONE has it easy. Even Taylor Hanson. Thank you for reading my story.
THE END
Close My Eyes by Mariah Carey (the song this story is written about)
Verse 1
I was a wayward child
With the weight of the world
That I held deep inside
Life was a winding road
And I learned many things
Little ones shouldn’t know
Chorus 1
But I closed my eyes
Steadied my feet on the ground
Raised my head to the sky
And though time’s rolled by
Still I feel like that child
As I look at the moon
Maybe I grew up
A little too soon
Verse 2
Funny how one can learn
To grow numb to the madness
And block it away
I left the worst unsaid
Let it all dissipate
And I try to forget
Chorus 2
But I closed my eyes
Steadied my feet on the ground
Raised my head to the sky
And though time rolled by
Still I feel like that child
As I look at the moon
Maybe I grew up
A little too soon
Bridge
Nearing the edge
Oblivious I almost
Fell right over
A part of me
Will never be quite able
To feel stable
That woman- child falling inside
Was on the verge of fading
Thankfully I
Woke up in time
Verse 3
Guardian angel I
Sail away on an ocean
With you by my side
Orange clouds roll by
They burn into your image
And you’re still alive
(You’re still alive)
Chorus 3
But I closed my eyes
Steadied my feet on the ground
Raised my head to the sky
And though time rolls by
Still I feel like that child
As I look at the moon
Maybe I grew up
A little too soon
