Chapter 3
"Tay!! Tay! Are you almost done in there?" Zac was concerned. His brother had been in the bathroom for much too long for his liking. He knocked on the door, but received no answer. Zac was getting a bit scared now. "What if? Oh my god! I hope he didn't...Tay? Taylor? Answer me for god's sake" Still no answer. He tried to turn the doornob, but it was locked. He had to do something. He ran as fast as he could to his parents bedroom, looked under their bed, took the key that was taped there and ran back to the bathroom door. He unlocked the door and slowly opened it, afraid of what he might find. Taylor was....on the floor...lying there motionless.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, help! Somebody....call an ambulance! HELP!!!" he called, but nobody was in the house. He grabbed the nearest phone and dialled 9-1-1. When he got back to Taylor, he noticed a red spot on the floor next to his brother...Taylor was bleeding and loosing a lot of blood. If the doctors didn't get here in the next 5-10 minutes, it would be....it would be too late. Zac kneeded himself next to his brother and waited...and waited. Taylor's heart beat was getting lower and lower by the minute. Zac was scared to death. He didn't want to lose his big brother. No, actually, he COULDN'T lose him. He needed Taylor.