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

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Taylor

Darkness.

And then, nothing at all.

Selena

Taylor was having a panic attack, and it wasn't a small one either.

And then, right when we all started to really freak out about Taylor, she fell over.

She was sitting against the wall of the bathroom, head in hands and her knees were pulled up to her chest.

We were screaming at her to answer us, to tell us that she was okay, but she didn't.

And we didn't know why.

And then, just like that, curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, she tipped over to her left and smashed her head against the bathtub.

Hard.

I immediately leaned down and picked her up, with Justin's help we carried her out to the living room.

Her head had blood gushing out of the side, and you could see part of her skull.

She wasn't moving, I could barely tell if she was breathing or not.

Her pulse was extremely slow, and we were all chaotically running around trying to figure out what to do.

Since Justin had all the doctors in mind control, he quickly made the decision to wake everyone up so they could help Taylor.

So not only did we have a Taylor Swift bleeding out on her couch, we also had thousands upon thousands of people running frantically around New York City, confused out of their minds.

We rushed her to the hospital, where the surgeons and doctors quickly picked up where they left off before getting simulations.

They told us they were going to take Taylor to the operating room and patch up her head, but since it was such a bad injury, there was a chance she might not wake up.

Hours later, Justin, Violet, and I were sitting in the hospital's waiting room, waiting for an update on Taylor.

Justin was crying, and had his head in his hands.

Violet had tears in her eyes as well, and kept mumbling to herself how she didn't deserve this.

And as for me, I felt so emotionless in that moment that I didn't know how to feel.

I wasn't crying. I wasn't necessarily sad. I wasn't really mad either. But I definitely was not happy or okay. So I didn't know what to feel. Instead, I sat still, staring at the ground.

Finally, a team of about four doctors dressed in blue scrubs walked towards us.

"Miss Gomez, Mr. Bieber, may I have a word with you please?" Asked one of the doctors.

I glanced at Violet.

"Could you, um, just tell us if she's okay? Right now. I don't want to wait," I spat out.

The woman pressed her lips together, and awkwardly glanced back to her team before continuing.

"Your friend, Miss Swift, had an incredibly large panic attack, causing her brain to be weak from all the anxiety and panic. She blacked out from her brain just kind of overheating, which is when she hit her head. The wound was deep," the doctor said grimly.

"And..?" Justin said, waiting for more information.

"And so we did our very best to close up the wound, and as far as we can tell there shouldn't be anymore external bleeding. But as for her brain..." She stopped briefly. "It appears that Miss Swift might be in a coma. She flatlined on the table multiple times, and her brain experienced excessive trauma, from both the panic attack and wound combined. There is a very large chance that she will never wake up, and an even larger chance that she will die while still in a coma. I'm so sorry..."

Her words faded out towards the end.

"No! No, that's not okay. She has to be fine! She has to!" Justin screamed.

Violet started sobbing.

I had tears rolling down my cheeks, and I wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

She didn't deserve any of it.

We went in to sit with Taylor for a little while before visiting hours were closed, and then we all went back to Taylor's house and sat on the couch in silence.

None of us said a single word to each other, and eventually, towards maybe midnight, we all fell asleep.

I was woken up by my phone vibrating in my pocket at 3:15 a.m.

It was the hospital announcing that Taylor had flatlined, and even with every effort made to keep her alive, it was no use.

She was gone.

And there was a absolutely nothing I could do about it.

After I let Justin and Violet know the news, we all sat in silence, not quite sure of how to respond.

I mean, what could we do at this point?

She was past the point of no return.

Two weeks later

The world has been freed from Justin's little game, and the side effects have been erased, meaning that the world went back to loving people the way they used to.

They went back to loving Taylor.

They went back to loving the superstar that had just been publicly announced as dead, and no one knew how to deal with their emotions.

Everything was slow following her death.

No one could function as happily as before, but eventually we all came to the acceptance that she was gone, and that was that.

She had such big dreams, I had such big dreams for her.

I dreamed that she would live a long, happy life, and she dreamed that she could make music that helped people through tough times.

But then she died, and all those dreams are crushed.

So let her death be a reminder to all of you, that dreams don't always come true.

The end.

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Holy title reference!!
And yeah yeah I know I suck and this ending is sucky and no one wanted her to die, but it fit the story better than a happy ending, it just did.

I don't think there will be a sequel to this story, I'm so sorry.

Please let me know what you thought about my book, I had so much fun writing it!

Lots of love,
Alice