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Thoughts that lie too deep for tears.......
‘Tay? Tay, please! Please......’ Zac could barely get the words out before they were choked off with a sob.
Walker banged loudly on his second son’s door.
Tay stared at the keyboard that had been set up in the corner of his room.
A few dozen reporters crammed the lobby of the Key Arena Crest Hotel the next day.
‘What are we going to do Walker?’ Diana sobbed to her husband.
Taylor rummaged through a drawer in his bureau.
‘Some people seep into depression for no apparent reason, or none that the people closest to them can determine. It just seems all of a sudden, out of the blue. In many cases, the sufferer himself does not even know the cause, or can’t remember it. Your son seems to be in this situation, seeing as none of you can come up with
He couldn’t understand it.
He knew Tay had been stressed a lot lately, they all had been.
He even knew Tay had cried himself to sleep one night not long ago because he felt he couldn’t go on.
But Zac had no idea it was this serious.
No one could get through to talk to him, not even Destiny, who was his very best friend.
In fact, Destiny hadn’t been around as much as Zac would have expected, which was a little weird.
But all Zac knew for sure was that it had been two days since he had even seen his brother.
And it was killing him.
Ike seemed to be the only one who had some inside information on what was so wrong, but he may as well have been in the room with Tay for all he was saying.
He just moped, sometimes sobbed, and occasionally fell against Tay’s door in what seemed utter defeat.
He was taking it the hardest out of everyone, mostly refusing to talk to anyone, even Destiny.
If Zac wasn’t mistaken, he would have thought Ike and Destiny were an item now.
Maybe she had something to do with all this?
Tay had been in love with her when they were younger....was he over her?
And what was with Tay’s “angel”?
Zac felt his legs collapse beneath him and he fell awkwardly to the floor in front of Tay’s door.
Why? He moaned silently.
Why was his brother doing this, not only to himself, but to all the people around him?
Walker and Diana had not slept in almost forty hours and the little ones were asking where their beloved Taylor was.
Even the press seemed to sense something was up.
And after only two days.
Only two days. Zac thought morosely.
Only two days is a hell of a long time to be without your brother, where ever he was.
In the next state, or even in the next room.
‘Taylor? Would you please answer me? Taylor, son?’
No answer.
What was he to do?
What was that there for again?
Oh yeah, he played it, that’s right.
For a band.
The chords to a song floated into his head and he stood and walked over to the board.
But the keys were too hard to see.
What was the time?
Was it that late?
Tay lit up his watch face and read 3:54 pm.
It wasn’t supposed to be dark.
Then why was the room so dark that it was hard to see the keyboard?
Shrugging, he turned to pull open the curtains.
But just as he was reaching for them, a strange feeling washed over him.
A vision flashed before his eyes.
A weeping willow.
A moan escaped his lips as he let his arm fall back to his side.
The light of day was no comfort to him now.
In fact Tay felt as though he never wanted to see it again.
They were all after the same thing.
The answer to two simple questions.
Why had Hanson cancelled so many appointments in the last few days?
And where the hell was Taylor?
It had been almost three whole days since Taylor had shut himself away in his room and refused to come out.
Diana felt as though someone had taken part of her.
‘I don’t know honey. I really don’t. We’ve tried everything. I just wish we could get in there and find out what’s wrong. I don’t understand it, Tay usually copes with everything so well. But now.... maybe it’s just a build up of everything, you know, broken him. Of course I can understand with all the pressure the boys are under, but still, it seems as though there is more to it than that. I, I just don’t know.’
Walker tried to comfort his distraught wife, but she was inconsolable.
All this unknowing, all this uncertainty.
Not knowing what was wrong with Taylor was hurting them more than not being able to help him.
Walker left his wife for a few minutes while he made a phone call.
‘Hello, Dr. Carol Hasten, Psychiatric Suites. Patricia speaking, how may I help you?’
‘Yes, hello, this is Walker Hanson, I’d like to speak to the doctor if I could please.’
He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for was in there, in fact, he wasn’t exactly sure why he was looking for anything in there at all.
Suddenly his fingers closed around a slip of paper.
He pulled it out and looked at it.
A phone number, and a name.
Peta, 555-45673, ring me if you are “Ever Lonely”.
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