"Taylor, tell me you didn't."
"I... I didn't."
"You did."
"Alright, so I did!"
"You lied to me."
"I'm sorry."
"How do I know that isn't a lie? It wouldn't be the first one you've told."
"You've got to believe me."
"Why should I believe you? You're a liar."
"Because I love you."
"That could be a lie for all I know."
"How can you not know that I love you?"
"Because you lied to me."
"You know the question. Tell me the answer. Tell me."
"What question?" he yelled with fury.
"Just answer the damn question!" the voice replied. It wasn't even a voice, really. It was a combination of strange sounds that sounded like a voice.
"I don't know the question!" he screamed.
His body began to tremble and shake and he collapsed against the smooth wall behind him and slid to the floor, still trembling.
"Answer the damn question! You're a fucking liar. You know the question!" The "voice" raged on, insulting every part of his being.
He continued to shake as the "voice" grew stronger and louder. "ANSWER!!!!"
Suddenly, the tone of the "voice" lowered so that every syllable froze him. "You can't even answer a damn question. What right do you have to live? Oh, yeah. That's right. You're pretty boy Taylor Hanson who can get away with anything because his shit doesn't stink. Well, I'll tell you what Mr. Pure Ass... Not only does your shit stink as much as the other jerkoffs of the world, but it also reminds me of what you're full of. You got that? You're a damn liar! You're full of shit!"
Taylor's hands snaked through his hair and began to angrily pull the blond strands, hoping that the pain would release him from consciousness.
He felt himself being slapped, kicked and punched. "Wake up, you asshole! I want to know why you lied!"
"Why?" That was the question! He could answer that. "Why?" was an easy question. "Because...."
He clamped his mouth shut and slowly shook his head. He knew why, he just couldn't put it into words. He heard the "voice" speak once again. "Because why?"
Tears formed in the corners of his eyes as frustration, anger and fright collided to make him a blubbering mess of emotions. Then, he founds his words. "Because I thought I could get away with it."
The room swirled with emotions he'd never wanted to feel before. Soon, it became too much and the emotions began to suffocate him. He began to hyperventilate in the darkness that left him so cold.
As he gasped for breath, the emotions packed tighter in the room as a form emerged from them to stand in front of Taylor. It raised his chin with one hand and balled the other into a fist while pulling it backward. "Pretty boy, this is for you."
The punch landed on his nose. Because of the angle, it sent his cartilage into his brain. He would only live a few days, mostly brain dead though he would be.
As he lay on the verge of death on those final days, one thought remained embedded in his mind. "Why?"
As life was finally pulled from him, he was answered. "I don't know. You tell me."
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