I heard voices, annoying beeps, followed by the smell of death and cleaning products. I didn't die even though that's what I wanted. I knew who would be in this hospital room with me, most likely Dee. My grandmother is probably smoking a cigarette which is what she does when she's stressed. I didn't want to open my eyes and face what was coming at me. Wait, if I don't hear my grandmother then who the hell is Deveyon talking to?! I opened one eye slowly and slightly. Taylor stood there looking as if she hadn't slept a wink as did Deveyon. Taylor looked back at me and started smiling. I closed my eye quickly trying to act as if I never opened it but she was already on my bed screaming and hugging me and Deveyon followed after. "I have to go get your grandma!" He said running through the door. Taylor was grabbing my hands and touching my face as if she thought I might fade away. "Shy I thought you were dead. I thought I had lost you." I sat up a little, feeling pain in my abdomen. "I'm sorry." I whispered softly. I felt tears well up in my eyes. "I'm so, so sorry Taylor. I'm sorry for being the way I am, I'm sorry for pushing you away when you just wanted to help me, I'm sorry for kissing you and I just-" She kissed me, rather deeply if I do say so myself. "Don't you dare tell me you're sorry about kissing me because I'm not sorry for kissing you. I really, really like you Shy. I know I'm probably moving too fast so I'm gonna slow down with this and us for your own safety. I don't want to accidentally trigger something. I wouldn't know what to do if you left me. I'm so attached to you already that it kills me." She stared into my soul. I say that because the gaze that she used was much more intense. So intense that I knew she was trying to read my mind, to process my thinking, and to feel what she didn't know I was feeling. Honestly, I felt pure and utter confusion. I didn't know if I was happy to be alive to see everyone again or if I was disappointed at how much of a failure I am. "I'm such a failure I can't even off myself the right way." I laughed dryly. Her face went from softened to hard as she stood up and took both of my hands in each of hers. "Shy you know we could have really lost you right?" I knew. "You could have really been gone today, and I would never see you again after you were buried six feet under insect filled dirt." I'm fully aware but- "I feel like you just don't even care that you were almost taken from us, from your family, from me. Shy that hurts me so much. It hurts me so much that I haven't even known you properly for too long and I already know I'm falling for you and you just want to leave me." I closed my eyes and pulled my hands away from her grasp, using them to cover my eyes instead. "Taylor, I'm sorry but you just don't understand. I try so hard to stay normal and be happy I swear but it just doesn't work out. It isn't as easy as I thought it would be." I paused as the tears started once again. Damn I'm a fucking crybaby. "It's so bad knowing that I'll just be left alone, all by myself, probably forever with nothing. I don't believe my friends are here to stay, I know my Grandma isn't for sure, and you," I moved my hands to find her looking at me intently. "I know for a fact that you will leave me and it scares me to the point of tears knowing everybody will just be a memory and I'll be a couple of pictures that they forgot to delete. I just wanted to go ahead and die. I still wish that I would die." Taylor shook her head. "You're not going to die because I refuse to let you. I'm officially going to be something like your guardian angel. No it doesn't have to be related to God necessarily but still. I want to protect you, Shy. I want to go to war with the demons that make you feel the way that they do. The only way I can truly do that though, is with your help. You have to help me help you." I looked down at my fresh cuts already beginning to scar and she tilted my head up towards hers. "Will you help me help you Shy?" She bit her lip as my breath hitched in my throat. "I'll help you help me Tay. Help me get better." She leaned in and kissed my lips softly. I kissed her back of course, it was almost instinct and I knew we are meant to slow down but that can start later. She pulled away from my lips and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips again, and my wrists. "You're gonna be my little warrior." She sat on the bed and pulled me into her lap, rocking and singing softly into my ear. Now this, is what I call bliss and tranquility. "I found her!" Deveyon said pulling my Grandmother behind him. I scooted off of Taylor so she could give me a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay. I'm sure you know that you have to start therapy after your release, correct?" I nodded sadly but this was my doings so there was nothing to do but accept it. "Grandma this is Taylor, she's my friend and-" "I know who she is. I had a nice long talk with her." She smiled at Taylor and she smiled back as she fixed her hair back into her beanie. I looked from Taylor to my Grandma to Deveyon. He just smiled and looked away from me. "Alright Deveyon let me get you home. Taylor do you want to stay here with Shy or should I?" Taylor broke her gaze from staring at me. "I'll stay! Most definitely. I'll keep a close eye on her, believe me." Taylor smiled showing her pearly whites. "Okay then." My Grandma said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and gave Taylor a small hug. "You both have my number. She said eyeing me and Taylor. "Taylor," She said looking at her over the rim of her glasses. "Remember our conversation, alright?" Taylor nodded happily and did a salute to her. "Yes ma'am." I smiled slightly. My grandma and Deveyon left the hospital and it was just me and Taylor in the bed cuddled up, watching some cartoons. I closed my eyes and began drifting to sleep. "Please Shy, never leave me, no matter what." I felt sleep washing over me quickly. "I won't go anywhere, Taylor."