Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

When Angel woke up in the morning, the only one in the room, beside herself, was Taylor.

"Taylor? Where are my parents?"

"They're in the cafeteria, eating something."

Angel noticed that there was something dark in Taylor's mood.

"What's wrong? You don't seem to happy."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"About the pills."

Angel's eyes got wide with surprise.

"How did you know about that?"

"Your parents told me about it last night."

"I didn't tell you because it's behind me now."

"Why did you do it?"

"Guilt. I felt so guilty for killing my best friend that I felt I deserved to die too. The bottle was full of painkillers for my headaches, so I just downed the whole thing. Luckily, the landlord found me and took me to the hospital. After I was all better, I realized that I shouldn't kill myself, because then I would never be able to see Kari again... her being in Heaven, me being in Hell. I also knew, though, that I couldn't stay at that school, and have those people continue to blame me day after day. It was then that I decided to leave. To run away."

Taylor looked deep into Angel's eyes, and saw the sincerity in her words. Then he closed his eyes.

"We wanted to cancel the show for tonight," Taylor said, and then continued on before Angel could lodge a protest, "but we weren't allowed to."

"Good! I wouldn't have let you anyway, and you know it!"

"I just wanted to be there for you tonight. I wanted to be by your side as you woke up."

"That's sweet of you, Taylor, but you have a job to do. You have to go out there and perform for you're fans. I don't matter against them."

Taylor's eyes got an angry glint in them.

"Don't say that!"

"What?" Angel said in a small, frightened voice.

"You are more important to me than any fan out there, got it?" Taylor said fiercely. He was about to tell her that he loved her, but he just could not do it. He was too afraid of rejection from the only girl he had ever truly loved.

"I got it," Angel said with a small smile.

Taylor glanced at his watch and then leapt up.

"Oh no! I'm late for the sound check!"

"Get going then!"

Taylor leaned down and kissed Angel on her cheek, and whispered, "Good luck," into her ear. And then he was gone.

Angel smiled after him, the feeling of his lips on her cheek lingering.

"If only I had the guts to tell him I love him," Angel thought, and then chuckled at her own little interpretation of "If Only". She settled down to relax, starting to get nervous about her surgery. Whenever she thought of Taylor's forceful words; however, her spirit was lifted and a smile stretched across her face. Soon, a hand on her cheek, she was sleeping a peaceful sleep.