Dreams Don't Always Come True [Taylor Swift AU]

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Taylor

I looked down and saw my feet moving.

I saw myself walk into a laboratory.

I saw myself get an injection.

I saw myself pick up a gun.

And then I saw myself leave.

Just like that, with my gun in my pocket, I walked out of the building, and back into the main space. I then saw Violet, trying to escape the room.

I had no control of my actions. I saw myself moving, and I saw myself doing all these things, but I couldn't stop, and I wasn't in control.

Then I saw my hand reach into my pocket, and I saw it grab the gun.

Crap.

I saw my finger grip the trigger.

I saw myself fire the gun. At Violet.

Then, in one quick second, the doors of the building opened, the lights turned back on, and I could control my actions again.

Was I under brain control? Why couldn't I control my movements?

This was bad. Did I kill her? Was this all my fault? No, it couldn't have been. I didn't want to shoot her.

I ran over to her. She was breathing. I gave a small sigh of relief. By the looks of it, I had only shot her leg, so she should live.

"How could you do this to me?!" Violet screamed. Her tone suggested that she was in a lot of pain.

Duh, Taylor, of course she is in pain. You just shot her.

I leaned down and picked up Violet, then rushed her back to my home. There was a hospital near by, but there were no people working there.

I put her down gently on the couch and gave her pain numbing medicine, then cleaned and wrapped up her wound.

That would have to do for now.

Violet

Taylor shot me. She shot me!

She carried me back to her house and gave me medicine. The pain quickly started to fade away.

I had come to the conclusion that she was under mind control, but I couldn't imagine who would be controlling her.

I thought back to when my mom was alive. She had mentioned something about MindTravel, and something about Taylor. All in the same sentence.

But what did she say?

I tried even harder to think. Then it came to me, I remember what happened.

-flashback-

"Violet, I'm going down to the MindTravel labs today." My momma said.

Her voice echoed through our New York apartment. I was younger at the time, maybe eight or nine.

"How come Momma?" I asked.

"I need to clear some things up with your father. I also want to try a simulation." She responded.

"With Dad? I've never met Dad. 'Member? He left when I was small." I said back.

"Yes bug, I remember. But you see, your dad works at MindTravel. He founded the company, and he is in charge of everything. I need to stop him from sabotaging a young woman's career." My momma said.

I stared at her, confused.

"What do you mean, Momma?"

"Do you know who Taylor Swift is?" She asked.

"Yes Momma, 'course I do. She has that one song that's like 'she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts.' Right?" I asked, giddy that I knew who she was talking about.

"Yes my love. She does." My momma responded.

I smiled, still not seeing the issue.

"You see, my little bug, if I don't stop him, your Dad is going to trick everyone into thinking they don't like Miss Swift anymore by altering their brains when they go to MindTravel. He is going to ruin her life on purpose. I got to go stop him." She said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I liked Taylor, we couldn't stop liking her!

"And how are you gonna do that, Momma?"

"I have to deactivate the simulation. But I have to do it from the inside." She said.

She then pulled out a map, showing MindTravel headquarters. Headquarters was located in Florida.

My momma told me her plan, then gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"If I don't see you again, I love you. I love you so much, my little bug."

She left the map on the kitchen table then walked out.

-end flashback-

I jolted upright.

"My father!" I screamed suddenly.

Taylor jumped back, startled by my sudden movement.

"What about him?" She asked with fear in her eyes.

"It's all his fault!" I screamed, knowing that I had to find him.

I don't know what he had against Taylor, but I had to make it all better.