Quick warning before you start reading, this oneshot will include some sensitive topics such as ED, SH, alcoholism, suicide, and domestic abuse
Happy reading :)
Taylor's Pov
My head reeled as I lifted it off the ground, the world spinning on its axis. My eyes darted around the room, a room I had definitely not fallen asleep in. 'Am I dreaming?' I thought as I looked around the impossibly white space. My body felt both heavy and yet light as air as I rose off the ground. Once on my feet, I took a moment to steady myself, an uncomfortable nausea swirling through my body.
When my vision finally cleared, I began looking around the room. There was no furniture, no windows, only a single pastel green door on the opposite side of the room.
My attention was immediately drawn to the door. It felt like it was calling to me, calling my name, I could have sworn there was a soft glow surrounding it. Against my better judgment I walked over to the door wrapping my hand over the doorknob twisting it open. One inside the room I nearly fell over at what I saw.
In the middle of the room was a large black conference table, but that wasn't the part that shocked me. Standing at the other end of the table was a younger looking me surrounded by my parents and fucking Scott Borchetta. Looking around the room I started to put the pieces together. This was the day I signed with Big Machine Records, the very thing that started my career.
I walked around the room looking at the faces of everyone, some of them I recognized, others I didn't. My parents had proud looks on their faces as they and Scott laughed together. I saw the look on my face, so full of excitement and hope while reading over the paperwork in front of me. I can still remember the way my cheeks hurt from smiling so much that day.
"Alright everyone smile," someone exclaimed holding up the camera. The camera flashed and I didn't blink; my eyes too focused on the man in front of me.
I slowly walked closer and closer until I was face to face with him. It was like he saw right through me, looking straight at my younger self watching as I signed the last paper with my old signature, the one I had used before I had become who I was today. Right now, I could almost believe the spark in his eye was the excitement of getting to help a young girl achieve her dream, but now, after everything, the only thing I could see was greed.
"Is that it?" My younger self asked, turning to face Scott.
"That's it." He smiled picking the papers up from the table. I watched as I let out a squeal shooting up from my seat and hugging my parents. "Congratulations Taylor, you are officially our newest member of Big Machine." He held out his hand.
My younger self reached her hand out and suddenly, everything froze. I stared at myself; I looked so small compared to now. I hadn't finished growing, I still had my teenage body, and my hair was still a ball of curls and frizz. I looked so innocent.
I heard what sounded like a soft hum from behind me. Turning around I saw yet another door but this time it was a soft yellow, and just like the last one, I could feel it calling to me.
"Now what could this be?" I mumbled to myself.
My eyes slammed shut, the shining lights a stark contrast to the dim lights of the office room I was in just a moment ago. "What the-" I spun in a circle taking in my surroundings. The room I was in was large, people sitting in seats that lined the floor.
"Alright, and the Grammy goes to," the man on the stage paused, some people shouting out different names. I looked down beside me, it finally clicking what this was.
