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Two days before:
"Hey Tay? Can I use your razor?"
Taylor looked back at Zac.
"My razor?" he asked. "What do you need a razor for?"
"Well," Zac answered, plonking down next to him, "I think I've got some growth. See?"
Zac pointed to a spot on his chin.
"Oh yeah." Taylor replied.
Taylor reached over and put his hand to Zacs' chin.
"Got it." He grinned, after pretending to pull it out.
"Ha ha." Zac replied, giving him a look.
"Yeah, you can use it."
"Thanks."
Zac bounded off to his brothers' bunk.
"Now, where is it...", then he shouted over to Taylor. "Hey Tay? I can't find it."
Then Zac spotted a small bag.
"Never mind."
He was about to open the bag when Taylor appeared behind him.
"Hey!" Taylor cried.
"What?" Zac asked, his hand poised.
Taylor realised that he may have sounded a little too upset.
"It's not in there." Taylor said, attempting to remain calm. "It's in the bathroom."
"Oh. Ok."
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Present time:
Zac had almost found his supply of pills. That's would not have gone down too well, no pun intended.
And to make matters worse, there had been another concert attack the day before. Taylor was getting really annoyed with this public obsession with his groin. It was really freaking him out.
The sea. It was looking so inviting.
The fans. Why, why, why? Why did they seem to look so much like Her? And who was She anyway? Why did She insist on torturing him so?
The waves were crashing over the rocks.
Questions relentlessly flooded his mind. Pains and tortures overwhelmed him. Memories. Fears.
But there was escape he was certain. Taylor stood up and prepared to jump...
"Taylor?" called Diana.
"Uhh, yeah?" Taylor replied.
"We're gonna go now."
Taylor took one last glance at the sea below, and noted that it would only take a moment to finish it all then.
"No." He whispered, for the waves and rocks seemed to form her face.
That was all the persuasion he needed to return to his family. No way was he gonna jump towards Her. No way.