Any Given Existence

Part 6 - "You Live In Such A Fantasy."

“Taylor!” The voice alarmed him and Taylor jumped.
“What…do you want?” He asked. He peered through the darkness to find the eyes.
“You ask the same questions when you already know the answer my Taylor.” The voice said softly.
“Where are you?” Taylor said, getting angry.
“Here.” The voice said. Taylor could feel a small hand slide up his back and onto his left shoulder. He turned around fast and attempted to catch the hand but failed.
“I find you amusing.” The voice laughed.
“You live in such a fantasy.” The voice added.
Taylor backed up against the wall slowly as the eyes started to open and transfixed themselves on Taylor’s. Taylor’s mouth went dry and he searched for the handle of the door to escape.
“What’s the point of running away my Taylor. I will summon you anywhere you go.” The voice sounded louder. Taylor covered his ears and closed his eyes tight.
“If I can’t see or hear you, then you don’t exist!” He yelled.
“I DON’T EXIST!” The voice boomed. The laughter began again.
“You will soon learn the truth my Taylor, soon.” The voice said and faded away. Taylor found the light switch finally and flicked it on. He stood in front of the mirror to face himself. All the color in his face had drained to a dull gray. His once happy, blue eyes were wide with fear. He bent over the sink, turning the faucet on cold and splashed his face.
“Okay Tay, don’t lose it. You can’t lose control here!” He reprimanded himself. He finished trying to make himself appear normal and left the bathroom. His whole family sat there, looking at him as he made his way to the table.
“Who were you talking to in there?” Ike asked.
“Uh…I…uh…” Taylor stammered.
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right? I think maybe you should see a doctor.” Walker said and pointed to Taylor with one of his chopsticks.
“Uh…no…I…” Taylor started to protest.
“Let’s just take it easy for awhile. We’ll do the concert tomorrow then we’ll take some time off.” Walker added.
“All…all right.” Taylor said, letting his eyes direct themselves to his food. He was starving. He picked up a rib and started to gnaw on it. He finished eating all of his food on his plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“I’m just going to go pay the bill and we can leave. Here’s the keys to the van.” Walker announced and handed the keys to Diana. Taylor picked up Zoë from her high chair and headed to the door with Ike and Zac right behind. Jessica was still at the table, helping Mackie tie his shoe and Avery just stood there. She ran to Ike and started tugging on his hand.
“Pick me up!” She pleaded.
“Fine.” Ike said happily and picked his little sister up. The kids all waited by the van patiently as their mother approached the car with the keys. She unlocked the doors and let them all in, making sure to strap Zoë in. Taylor took his seat nearest the window and stared out of it once again.
“Hey Tay…” Zac said to him. Taylor turned his face and Zac burped as loudly as possible.
“GROSS!” Taylor yelled, shoving Zac back against the seat.
“Okay you two, quit it!” Mrs. Hanson said, turning around in her seat to look at the two of them.
“Sorry mom.” Zac smiled innocently. Walker came out to the van and climbed in, sitting in the drivers’ seat.
“We’re going to the hotel. Taylor, I want you to go and rest, all right?” Walker said, looking at Taylor through the review mirror.
“Okay dad.” Taylor said.

They arrived to the hotel and quickly got inside for fear of the fans stationed nearby. Ike, Taylor and Zac all waited outside their room as Ike opened the door with the card key. They walked in and Zac immediately sprawled out on the couch and flicked on the television.
“Dad says you should go to bed Tay.” Zac spoke up, still watching the television.
“I’m well aware of that Zac!” Taylor said angrily. He didn’t want to be told what to do. Frankly he didn’t want to talk to anyone. He left the room and headed for the bedroom. He plopped down on the bed and layed on his stomach, putting the pillow under his chin. The sun was just starting to set and Taylor could see it outside the balcony in the bedroom. He got up out of the bed and pulled open the sliding glass door. He leaned on the railing of the balcony and looked out. He just wished that everything would go back to normal. He seriously didn’t know what was going on and it scared him to death.
The sun set over the city and Taylor left the balcony. He sat on the edge of the bed and hung his head. He was getting bored but didn’t want to go out and socialize.
“I need a shower.” He said to himself as he brushed his fingers through his hair.
He got up off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, which was right off of the bedroom. He turned on the water to get it warmed up and sat on the toilet seat to untie his shoes. He kicked them off and pulled his socks off and threw them to the floor. He crossed his arms and pulled his white tee shirt over his head and proceeded to unzip his pants. He pulled them off along with his under garment and let them fall to the floor in a pile. He opened the shower door and closed it; turning around and letting the water wash over him. He let the water pour down on his head and he just stood there. He washed his hair and rinsed it. He turned the shower off and opened the door. He toweled off his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist, picking up his clothes and left the bathroom.
“Tay?” Zac called.
“WHAT?” Taylor asked, a little annoyed.
“We’re going to bed, so get out of the bathroom!”
“I’m out!” Taylor said angrily. He grabbed his bedclothes and quickly put them on before he would let his brothers in. He tied his wet hair back with a elastic band and climbed in the bed. Ike and Zac got ready and were all ready in the beds, getting comfortable. Taylor was afraid to go to sleep for fear the voice would start again. Eventually he fell asleep.

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