I see myself laying there. I look horrible.
There is something over my mouth I assume helping me breathe.
Did I really do this to myself?
Ed is crying by my bedside.
"Taylor please wake up. I love you so much."
I thought I was a bitch. He doesn't care about me. He never has. He never will.
But he is sobbing. I've never seen him this upset before.
I don't want to die. But I don't think it's my choice.
I walk over to my bedside. Wake up I tell myself. It doesn't work.
Yo Taylor you can't die wake up. It's not working.
Then another Taylor walks into the room. I think she sees me. Ghost me not coma me.
"Taylor you can wake up anytime you want. You have to accept your mistakes and plan for the future."
Then she disappears.
Accept my mistakes is what she told me to do.
I try my hardest to forget the boyfriends I have had.
I close my eyes and when I open then I am in the hospital bed.
"Ed." I say.
Ed comes up and kisses me and starts to apologize.
"I love you Ed"
"I love you Taylor"
THE END
AUTHORS NOTE
It said the end but it lies cause imma keep going 😂
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Lucky 13.
FanfictionFlash to the future and Taylor Swift's is on the verge of releasing her 13th album. It should be amazing because 13 is her lucky number right? Well nothing is going right.
