Happiest I Can Be (Klaus Baudelaire X Reader)

Kumbaya

I remember my dad so vividly. I remember my parents love for each other so vividly. I don't remember any of that as vividly as the day my mother said I wasn't going to be with her anymore. Three years ago my mother had thought it was a good decision to ship me away to Count Olaf because of my fathers death.

My mother had always been a smart woman. Always knew what to do when things got difficult, and always knew what to do to keep me safe. Unfortunately, mothers natural motherly instincts dissolved when dad breathed his last breathe.

It was like the woman froze. A cheap computer in a house with horrible internet connection. She became loopy, annoying even. She was flirty with many men. She was doing strange things but they made perfect sense to her. I was little and really didn't understand how my mother was able to talk to these men like daddy didn't just die.

I remember being in the market with her once when a man dressed like a sailor brought her to tears. I had become the mother to my mother. I tried my best to pick the frail woman up and walk her over to the house.

I had to buy our food because my mother had become afraid to come out of the house. I had to supply new clothing because mother went through a phase of wearing the clothes she wore when dad died.

I even remember the day when some strange people came over and forcefully told my mother to "get better soon" by grabbing her and yelling at her when she was in a blank state. One of the men there came over often. Mother liked that man. Enough to have him stay some nights.

Looking back on it now I should've rejected that man and told him to leave when he had asked for mother the first time, but what was I supposed to say? One day he had asked for me. Mother being a fantastic mother didn't just give me to him like she gave herself to most men. I now live with him.

That damn day when I first saw Count Olafs yellow smile bright and clear because I was being sold to him like a mule.

It was the last day I saw my "sweet" mother, and the last day I could grieve at home for my dad on my birthday. It was the last birthday I would be able to at least see daddy's picture and remind myself that he's probably singing Happy Birthday from wherever he is.

"Y/N? I'm sorry that's really not what I wanted. I just want a friend. We are both in this horrible mans care and I just don't know what to do with myself, and I try to stay strong for my sisters but I've never been through anything like this and I really just don't know what to do and I-"

Klaus interrupted his own speaking with quiet sobs. You knew how he felt because that's been you everyday since you've been brought here. 

You turned away to allow him to recompose himself.

"What would you like to know?" You asked a little friendlier than how you were acting before.

He tried his best to cut off his last sniffles and attempted to think of what he did want to ask you.

"How long have you been here for?"

"3 years"

"Do you remember your parents?"

"Yes"

"Were they nice?"

"My father was"

"What about your mother?"

"She was before my dad died"

"Do you have any good memories of your mother?"

"She was always very fond of grammar"