DISCLAIMER- This story is in everyway made up. If you have a weak stomach and/or cannot stand violence please do not read this story. It will be offense to some.
'Darkness is my only solitude,'thought Taylor as he sat in the hotel bathroom floor in the dark. Why has this happened? was the question that Taylor kept asking himself endlessly. Ike was almost completely insane now, blaming Tay for all of his misfortune. Ike had a hard time getting a girlfriend and being at the age of 27 was ready to settle down to start a family. Each girlfriend ended up being another devoted Taylor fan; using Ike for their own selfish wants. Usually after 2 weeks they would find Ike huddled in his room, in the dark. He would stay that way for days in complete depression.
Then there was Zac; poor doped up "sex, drugs, rock and roll" Zac. Taylor also seemed to have stemmed from Zac's problems. Anti's were about as persistant as anyone could get. They would look at Zac then look at Tay and Ike; then saeeing Zac as someone fat. The emails,letters and constant messages on the hotline calling Zac chubby finally got to the cool, clam and even-tempered guy. He busted; using speed to get his "weight" down. Soon the speed lead to more drugs and with the drugs came the sex. Zac always seemed to have different girls in his room.
Even as Tay thought about the problems that forced the band to an all-time-low he could hear the thumping of a bed against the wll in Zac's room. Tay then left the tears slide down his cheek. Everything had once been perfect. Who knew that becoming famous could turn something that you loved into something that you hated. As he sat there letting the tears fall into the dark the door slammed open. Ike stood in the door, a look of disgust came across his face as he saw Taylor's wet face.
"You little fuck!" said Ike through clenched teeth,"You cry like a baby, but you still manage to steal the women that I have ever felt deeply for!" Ike then in rage picked Tay up by his shirt and threw him into the wall; turing and slamming the door shut.'Ike had actually lost it!' thought Tay as he heard someone going through dresser drawers and then a slamm of the door.
Tay almost faint when he heard a gunshot and a scream...then another gun shot. He then heard the door open to his room, footsteps, then the bathroom door opened. There stood Ike holding a gun. 'I'm gonna die!' thought Tay with wide eyes. Ike stood there looking a Tay with thinking intensity. Ike then held the gun up to his own head and pulled the trigger even before Tay could get up to stop him. The gunshot rang in Taylor's ears continuesly. He watched his oldest brother sink to the floor, the gun and a note dropping from his hand. Tay felt the bile rise in his throat as he bent over the sink.
Crying in denial he sank to the floor covering his eyes from the gruesome sight of his brother, a person he had loved and admired so much laying on the floor with a hole through his head and blood pouring on the floor.
It seemed like he sat there for hours facing the wall. He then finally turned around wincing at the bloody mess. He reached out to the note that had fallen from Ike's hand:
Dear Taylor,
I must do this. The world may never understand but you must. Zac had to go, he was already dying from all of the drugs...it would have just been a long painful decay. Then there is the fact about me-i'm pointless. I have to face it...you're what the fans came for if not the music. You have not only talent but the good looks that pulled us through. They could care lass about me. I hope you live a good life. I love you little brother.
Your brother,
Clarke Isaac Hanson