::drops jaw::

that was amazing! omg!

i loved it...it was a bit depressing but it was fabulous!!

and i say...that you turn it into a multishot cause i really want to read the rest of what you've written!

please? :)

<3 spencer

aww you're like a magic genie haha :)

lol well i can't wait to see it get happier!

that joesph is ahmazing! he saved her!!yay :)

and yay for paul and denise taking her in!!

yay pms!

<3 spencer

Thanks for the comments! Keep them coming! :D

But first, I would like to share a random "good days" picture with you...

Ok, then....


The next thing I knew, I was being wheeled to the bottom of the Jonas family stairs inside their house.
Their house was different than mine; it had warm coloured walls, family pictures lining the walls, and the faint smell of chocolate chip cookies hung in the air.
"Oh, crap," Joe mumbled, realizing that the wheel chair obviously couldn't get upstairs.
"I think, even though it may hurt a bit, Joe might have to carry you upstairs." Denise suggested. I nodded.
"First, where is she going to sleep?" Joe asked her.
"Your room."
"Ok."
"But then where is Joe going to sleep?!" I asked, my heart dropping. "I don't want to be a burden!"
Denise just smiled reassuringly.
"With you. His bed is big enough." She giggled. I shrugged. "Now that we have that settled..."
"Up we go!" Joe said, wrapping one arm around my back gently, and the other under my knees, lifting me up swiftly but gently; he held me as if I were a porcelain doll. I felt myself gasp as he did; pain shooting up my side yet again.
"Careful, Joseph!" Denise explained. My eyes watered as I thought again how I must by a burden for them.
As a child I was told how useless I was and that I was just a tag-along human. A mistake. I was always a burden for my mother.
A sob erupted from my chest as I leaned my head against Joe's chest.
"Shh. Don't cry." He whispered. "Two more steps."
Two steps later, Joe started walking normally and we arrived at his room, where he went in and carefully set me down after his mother pulled down the sheets and propped pillows... I wished she hadn't; just another jab to the stomach labeled 'burden'.
Joe set the bag next to me.
-flashback-
Joe's POV
I realized as Taylor lay sleeping in her hosital bed that I had grabbed the bag I assumed was hers from the beach. I grabbed it and looked in, pulling things out and setting them on the coffee table.
"A wallet with two pennies... A small container of sand labled 'New Jersey Coast'.... What's this?" I thought, pulling out a big spiral notebook. I looked in it, curious. Some of the pages were ripped and scribbled, and some had water damage.
But on one page I could read the words of  song::
This is Real; This is Me
always been the kind of girl that hid my face
so afraid to tell the world of what ive got to say
but i have this dream right inside of me
im gonna let it show
its time
to let you know, to let you know

this is real, this is me
im exactly where im supposed to be now
let the light shine on me
if i found, who i am
theres no way to hold it in
no more hiding who i wanna be
this is me

do you know what its like to feel so in the dark
to dream about a life where you're the shining star
even though it seems
that get to far away
ive got to believe in myself, its the only way

this is real, this is me
im exactly where im supposed to be now
let the light shine one me
if i found, who i am
theres no way to hold it in
no more hiding who i wanna be
this is me.
A song writer... And a good one at that.
I took a pencil out of her bag and wrote more lines below it:
you're the voice i hear inside my head
the reason that im singing
i need to find you, i gotta find you
you're the missing piece i need the song inside on me
i need to find you

i gotta find you
this is real, this is me
im exactly where im supposed to be now
let the light shine on me
if i found, who i am
theres no way to hold it in
no more hiding who i wanna be

you're the missing piece i need the song inside on me
youre the voice i hear inside my head
the reason that im singing

and ive found
who i am
theres no way to hold it in
no more hiding who i wanna be
this is me.
Feeling satisfied, I put everything back into her bag and sat right next to her, taking her hand and falling into a dreamless sleep.
-End of flashback.-

"With you. His bed is big enough." She giggled. I shrugged. "Now that we have that settled..."

^that right there...made me bust our laughing haha

sooo another fabulous part of this mulit shot!!!

and that poor kangaroo type thing in the picture omg!!!haha

loveee this!!

Ok, ok. I'll make this into a real fanfiction!!!

Taylor's POV
"I'll send the other boys up here to meet you." Denise smiled. I smiled back and nodded. She was way too kind.
As soon as she left, Joe turned and smiled at me and said, "A songwriter, eh?"
My eyes widened. Had he read my songs?!
"How-What-When?!"
"When you were aleep I happened across your song book." Joe smiled. "You're really good." I rolled my eyes and turned away.
"You, my friend, are evil." I sighed.  I felt movement next to me and then an arm loosely around my shoulders.
"Aw, don't be like that." Joe whispered in my ear; my spark shot down my spine. "You're wonderful." I turned my head towards him and I realized our faces were inches apart.
"Joe--"
"Hey there!" I heard someone say front the door.
I pushed Joe away and looked up.
There were three boys:
The oldest (or so it looked) had messy brown curls, kind hazel/green eyes, and a brotherly smile.
"I'm Kevin." He smiled, walking over and sitting on the bed.
The two that were left looked to be the youngest of the brothers.
Ther older one-- He had brown curl hair like Kevin's but more tame, golden-brown eyes, and a shy expression as he held the little one.
The cute little kid had short light brown hair like his dads, eye's like Kevin's and Joe's mischevious smile.
"Uh, I'm Nick-- and this is Frankie." He walked in further and set Frankie's feet on the floor.
I smiled at the three, and Joe's grip on me tightened slightly.
"I'm Taylor. How old are all of you?" I looked at Frankie in peticular. I loved little kids.
He held up 7 fingers.
"Seven!" I giggled enthusiastically. "You're a cutie."
"Thanks!" Frankie peeped.
"And I'm 20." Kevin said, smiling admiringly at Frankie.
"I'm 15." Nick added, sitting on a stool by the window.
"I'm 18." Joe said. "I never asked you how old you are..."
"Oh, I'm 17." I told them, smiling and tucking a piece of my long dark-brown hair behind my ear. They all nodded.
I bit my lip as an uncomfortable silence settled over the room.
"Wanna come play video games with me?" Frankie blurted out. I sighed.
"I wish I could, kiddo." I said, looking at my hands. "But I can't."
"Why? Are you sick?" Kevin grabbed him and set him in his lap, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Don't ask questions, Frankie." Kevin said sternly. I looked up and smiled.
"It's fine, Kev-o." I looked at Frankie. "I'm not sick, I just won't be able to walk for a while... But I promise that once I can, I'll play a ton of video games with you!"
Frankie beamed. "Yay!"
"How about Nick and I play with Frankie in the basement so you can rest?" Nick suggested. Kevin nodded and they left the room.
I looked at Joe's bedside clock. 9:00pm.
Yikes.
"You must be tired." Joe said, getting up to turn off the lights as I yawned. "You can go to sleep."
"But what about you?" I asked.
"Don't worry about me..." He said, as the room went pitch black. Then i felt the bed sink next to me. "I'll be fine."
"Oh... Kay.." I said, snuggling down into the bed, which smelled highly of cologne, deoderant, and soap.
I breathed deeply and then winced as pain shoot into my side like a bullet.
"Want me to sing you to sleep?" Joe whispered.
"If it's ok with you."
"You worry to much, so shut up. By the way, sometime... After you get that brace off, I want to hear you sing." I heard the smile in his voice. "Come 'ere." I snugged into his chest, which was warm as he wrapped his arms loosly around me and started to sing.
"I watched the proverbial sunrise
coming up over the Pacific and
you might think I'm losing my mind,
but I will shy away from the specifics...

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
that it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to try and never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
to create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
sinking up to the beating of my heart,
and I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

And I can't let that happen again
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life."
But before I could hear anymore, I fell into a peaceful sleep.