p>It had been a week since Taylor had cut his own arms. We were back in Tulsa now, for a rest. I walked into the living room, and there sat Taylor. In two weeks it would be Christmas, but you couldn't see it on his face. Taylor sat in the corner of the couch, staring out the window. It saddened me as I thought back on the past week, this is how Taylor had been ever since that day. I wondered what had happened. So many times we'd tried to talk to him, but he just didn't seem to want to tell.
I took a seat beside him on the sofa. "Taylor" I whispered. I didn't expect him to look over, so when he didn't I wasn't surprised. "You know, I don't know what happened. But I care about you alot. And I want to help." I said. Taylor looked at me. I was surprised then. The last couple of days it was like he wasn't with us. Like his world was in ours, but he didn't know. Like he was living a seperate life. "I know you care, Ad." He said. "I just....I can't deal right now. I need some time. I'll come to you when the time is right." He said. It brought tears to my eyes. I tried to hug him but he pulled away. "I want to be alone now." he said quietly, taking a harsher tone.
Letting Taylor be alone, I climbed the stairs to Zacs room. He was there on the bottom bunk of Taylor's and his bunkbed. He looked at me as I entered the room, and shutting the door behind me, I went and sat with him on the bed. He opened his arms for me, and I curled up against him. "Hes going to be alright, isn't he?" Zac asked. "Yea" I said, barely above a whisper. Zac burried his face in the back of my head. "I miss him." He whispered against me. "I wonder if he'll ever be the same..." Zac said. Just then Isaac walked in. I waved at him, and he entered solemnly. He sat on the computer chair, and just looked. "He will be ok, guys." He said, and I could tell by the tone of his voice he didn't beleive it himself. "He will." I said reasuringly. "He just needs to work some things out. You know, on his own." I half smiled, just so that what I was saying would seem beleivable, for them. Maybe if I tried hard I could even convince myself.
"I can't beleive this time last week, I took all this for granted..." Isaac started. We spent that whole afternoon in Taylor and Zac's room. We didn't move at all that day. We just stayed, weeping, remembering things for the way they were, and wishing they would come back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I lay on the couch of the Hansons house. I didn't feel much like going home, not with things the way they were. I felt that too many things could happen if I left. So with me here, I could make sure nothing went wrong, and if it did, I was here to know about it. Taylor had eventually found his way quietly to his room. Not being able to sleep, I stared out the window. 'Oh, Taylor.' I thought. 'When will you come back to us?'.
I don't even remember falling asleep, but suddenly, I heard a 'thud' and I snapped up. I could tell then that I had been sleeping, but didn't know for how long. I looked around the room, but couldn't see much through the darkness. "Adrian?" I heard a quiet whisper. "Adrian?" Again.
Suddenly the face was right in front of mine. "Taylor?" I asked, trying to mask my shock. "Adrian, I'm ready to talk.."
