[center]T A Y L O R[/center]

Taylor groaned when he hit the floor. His entire body ached, as he felt nausea hit him. He held down the vomit, before he let out a yelp when something hit him. His face snapped up to see a fairly tall girl (she looked huge from this position) as he paled. He fanatically looked around, to see he was not where he was a few seconds before. 

"..what the fuck..-" he mumbled, voice hoarse from fear. He looked up at the girl again, feeling his anxiety crawl over him, like a second layer of skin. He tried to sit up, only to sit on his ass. He let out a faint his when he tried to move his left ankle. It wasn't swollen but it was hurting. He looked up at the girl again. 

"Who.. Who are you and where am I?" he asked, "What year is it? Is this some sick prank on me? Did Adam put something in my drink?" Taylor felt the panic slowly creep up his spine as he bit his lower lip. He was beginning to hyperventilate. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Taylor bit his lower lip lightly, as he looked around. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't focus, his ears rung, he could still smell the faint scent of alcohol. He could still feel the faint throb of the music in his veins. He could still taste the bitter beer on his tongue. He still hated it. He was pathetic, he knew that, but seriously, [i]he couldn't breathe.[/i] Everything pulsated in his body, heating up violently to an almost angry red colour, even though his face turned sickly pale. He let out a shaky breath, as he tried to move a little. He wanted to go home. He wanted his brother to calm him. 

"Where am I?" he asked shakily. He looked up at the female again, awaiting her reply. He took in her features, but everything was blurry, as he curled together to hug his knees. 

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