The Last Time (sequel to Adopted by Taylor Swift)

Chapter 25

End of reception

Taylor pov

Once this horror show was over ezra, amanda, jeremy, selena and i stayed back.

They were sitting in the back and i walked over to the casket. I breathed in and out.

I slowly lifted the top with my hand and saw her.

My beautiful daughter.

Tears trickled down my cheeks.

"Hey baby girl." I whispered.

I gently put my hand on her cold, deceased cheek.

I shivered but kept my hand there.

"I love you so much sammy. this is killing me." i said and sobbed.

"Easy for you to say. You're not actually dead."

I lifted my head up and saw a smirking sam standing in her uniform, arms crossed.

"You're not really here."

She chuckled, "you're right. I'm not here. Am i?"

I shook my head, "no. You're here." I said.

She shrugged, "i guess. I'm in your head."

I nodded, "i know...i'm trying to think that this is just a dream... A horrible, terrible dream. And when i wake up, you'll be here. In my arms." I said and let

tears fall.

"I think that's called a nightmare." she said as-a-matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes, "still have your sarcasm." I said.

"Hey. Just cause i died doesn't mean i'm gonna be one of those sad, depressed ghosts. I got to live a little...well i guess now die a little huh?" She said and tossed her head back and laughed.

I couldn't help but crack a small smile.

"See? There's a smile."

I looked down at her body, "grandma died too...i lost two people i loved most within the same week. That has to be a new record huh?" I said and half heartedly chuckled.

"Mom."

I looked up into sam's blue eyes.

She had tears in them, "i'm so sorry." She whispered.