Forevermore /// Taylor Swift

Winnie the who?

"Winnie?"

I didn't know what I was expecting but it wasn't that. I definitely wasn't a Winnie. Taylor just giggled and nodded at me.

"Like after Winnie the Pooh bear, have you heard of him?" She asked, trying not to laugh at my puzzled expression.

"No?" I had no idea what she was talking about. We didn't grow up normally, watching cartoons or reading books were not in our childhood memories.

She smiled softly, "I loved it as a kid."

She started to explain the show to me about a motivational bear and the underlining meaning of all the characters representing mental health. It did sound pretty good to be honest, I made a mental check to look it up later. I didn't think it would name worthy though, why would you name a kid Winnie when she was giving me away?

"What was so special about Winnie?" I asked, out of all the characters, why did she choose him?

"He said a quote that fitted our situation perfectly," she smiled thinking about it, "plus Tigger or Piglet wasn't really fitting the vibe."

Fair point.

I giggled looking at her, "what's the quote?"

"How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard," Her eyes clouded with tears, "even when I knew it was the right decision for you at the time, it broke me in so many ways Haves."

The quote was heartwarming, even when Taylor was making probably one of the hardest decisions in her life and she still made it sound so beautiful. I didn't know how to respond to that, she obviously thought about the daughter she gave away every day I was gone.

"Thank you, Tay." I smiled at her.

"I wish it was for the better, I wish you did have something more." Taylor squeezed me.

"You did the right thing." I tried to reassure her. I didn't want her blaming herself for anymore than she already was. The more I thought about the name, Winnie, the more I loved it.

Taylor held me close to her, allowing me to embrace her warmth. There was nothing I needed more than this family she has created. I imagined what our lives would be like if she never saved us. Would I even be alive? How would Theo have saved me if he didn't know to phone Taylor that one time our parents tried to kill me? Where would they be in the world? Surely if I had died, social services would've needed to take Theo and Maisie away from that house.

I sighed as I snuggled into taylor further, "I can't wait to come home." I whispered, feeling her kiss the top of my head.

"Me too." She whispered.

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After Taylor left, I lay awake in my bed. Hoping I'd be allowed to go home soon, I hated it here. It was all the same. I couldn't sleep because of the nightmares and I didn't want to stay awake because of my own thoughts. Everything scared me, just thinking about anything reminded me of what happened a few days ago. I felt unsafe when I was alone.

I looked up Winnie the Pooh on my phone and started the first episode, hoping it would soothe me to sleep. After a few episodes, I was hooked watching all of them. Not wanting them to end, I related to all of the characters in one way or another. The mental health disorders may be hidden under cutesy little animals but the underlying meaning really showed through it when I was watching it. Maybe it was because Taylor gave me a heads up but it was helping me calm my fears. I slowly drifted off to sleep, listening into the show.

I woke up to the light blinding through the blinds, noticing a nurse standing beside me.

"Sorry Havyn, just checking you're all set to go home today." She smiled at me as she wrote some numbers down into her notebook.