Chapter Six; I'm dying inside
Taylor threw his bag at the headboard of the hotel bed. "I can't believe you said that!" Diana shouted "I mean what kind of an example are you setting for your little brothers and sisters!?" Just then Mackie started pulling on the leg of her pant.
"Mackie go pee pee" Walker looked down at him and back up.
"Honey take him I'll deal with this" With some hesitation Diana led Mackie out of the room, and down the hall.
"Taylor..." he searched for the words.
"What? What? Go ahead and say what you want!"
"Taylor!? What has gotten into you? You've never acted like this before" Walker asked.
"What do you mean what's gotten into me!? Nothing's gotten into me!" Taylor yelled jumping up from the bed.
"You'd better shape up Taylor. You'd just better be glad your mother didn't decide what your punishment is. But you can't go to the amusement park today" All three of their eyes widened.
"What!?" Taylor said, "The park is the ONLY reason I want to be here! You can't take it away from me like that!" Walker just walked out of the room. Taylor fell onto the bed again, grabbed a pillow, shoved it on his face and muffled out a scream. Zac and Isaac looked at each other as if searching for words of comfort. Finding obviously none Zac just resumed violently throwing things out of his bag looking for his sunglasses.
"Just wear mine Zac!" Taylor exclaimed sitting up and pulling them off of the collar of his shirt.
"Thanks" Zac said putting them on and walking towards the door.
"We'd better go", Isaac said, "Is there anything you want us to bring you back?" Taylor just shook his head weakly no. Zac and Isaac walked out of the hotel room, Taylor heard the door lock behind them. He sat up in the middle of the bed.
After a few minutes he watched their van pull out of the parking lot. Having some significance in the reality of the situation he started getting dizzy. His stomach pounded as he took each breath, it felt as though it would explode at any given moment. The whole room was spinning, his head throbbed visciously. His vision blurred as tears began to well up in his eyes. He stood up to run to the bathroom for fear he would throw up. When he came to his feet his knees gave way and he sank to the ground. In agany he sat on the floor, clutching his stomach. It wasn't any use fighting them and the tears began to stream down his cheeks. Without attempting to walk, he crawled to the bathroom. There, with his head safely planted in the toilet bowl, his legs to the side, his hands gripping the white porcelain. Suddenly his stomach stopped churning and began to settle, he rest his head against the wall behind him.
"God it's over" he whispered to himself. Just then, without warning, Taylor lunged forward and vomited to the extent he thought blood would come up again. His head hurt so bad he thought his temples would start bleeding. He lie on the bathroom floor unable to move any part of his body. Numbness swept over him and he soon felt a sense of paralyisis. The tips of his fingers felt as though they were all being pricked at the same time, over and over again. Trying to shake the stinging away he tried moving them only to find out that they would not move. Nor would his feet, legs, arms or head. Terrified, Taylor opened his mouth to scream only to find that no sound would come out.only his eyes could move to see his limp body lying on the white linoleum floor. He looked on to see the muscle in his right arm suddenly start throbbing. Like an intense cramp, the left followed. Soon his whole body was shaking. Crying uncontrollably and writhing on the floor, the pit of his stomach hurt with such amazing force. It was like someone was stabbing him repeatedly with a knife. His whole body shook horidly as he lye there.
He rolled over, kicking at something wrapped around his leg. With enough force he pulled it down on top of him. It was a bag off the bathroom sink. Even through Taylor's blurred vision he saw his allergy pills fall loosely from the side pocket. Trembling he opened the bottle and brought himself to his feet. Holding on to the counter for stability he emptied the contents into the sink, filling it to the rim with water. Washing the 20 - 30 pills down the drain. He shut off the water and stood for a few moments watching the sink empty.
"Thank God" he muttered under his breath.
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