People Like Us (Taylor Swift,The Band Perry,Miranda Lambert,etc. Story)

Ambush

*Taylor’s POV*

 

I felt tears stream down my face as Dr.Marcus pressed the scalpel to Kylie’s temple, he had decided it would be best if I watched as he performed surgery on Kylies brain, and then took out her organs in an effort to figure out how to replicate her powers.

 

“Kylie no!!!” I screamed, a loud sob escaping my mouth.

 

“Taylor.” Kylie sobs out, and I can tell she’s scared out of her mind, knowing she’s going to die.

 

I try to fight my restraints, but it’s no use. I just keep screaming, making Dr.Marcus laugh.

 

“Don’t worry… it’ll only hurt a lot.” he mutters, and presses the scalpel down. It is then that I just break down, crying and screaming things even I don’t understand. ALl I could think was that I was supposed to save Kylie. She was supposed to live and be a part of my life, my daughter my sister, I didn’t care but I just, I felt like she was meant to be a part of my life, like I was meant to protect her. And of course I had failed.

 

So I screamed and cried for every mistake I had made, for every time I promised Kylie I would get her out. They were all lies, and I know I should have done more.

 

I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the flatline, for any sign that she was really dead,  but instead I heard a huge crash.

 

I shot my eyes open and was astounded to see Dr.Marcus knocked over, Kimberly of all people was wielding a huge metal object, and she was snarling. Woah. I guess the saying that you should never piss off the sweetest people is right.

 

She ignores the shocked stares that she receives and rushes toward Kylie’s limp body, blood still dripping from her head, and I suddenly seized with the fear that she’s dead. That she’s really dead because of me.

 

I didn’t realize that I was holding my breath until Kimberly straightens up after checking Kylie’s pulse.

 

“She’s okay. Someone unlock Taylor.” Kimberly says after she unlocks Kylie’s shaking arms and legs, and I’m overcome with relief, which temporarily overshadows some of the pain from my gunshot wound. She then throws the key to Carrie Underwood, who comes toward me and tries to smile reassuringly as she moves to unlock my wrists and ankles.

 

“Get her to the car. We need to get her to a hospital not run by a psycho.” Kimberly orders, turing to Kelly Clarkson.

 

I breathe another sigh of relief, overcome with gratitude for Kimberly, for knowing to get Kylie out of here first, and really for all of them for helping keep her safe, they’re doing a way better job than I did anyway.

 

Kelly nods and carefully lifts her up in her arms, carrying her out the door.This comforts me as Miranda Lambert and Carrie struggle to help me to my feet as we soon realize just how weak I am. Apparently being shot, having surgery with no anesthesia, having no medicine for the pain, and watching Kylie being basically tortured in front of me takes a toll on my health.