A/N: Trigger warning! Reader discretion is advised!
Things like abuse and alcoholism will be in this chapter. Read with caution, my lovelies!
Y/N POV
I wake up in a giant, dark room. I'm handcuffed and tied to a chair, and there's no one else around.
"Hello?" I yell. "Can anyone hear me? Please help me!"
"Y/N, it's okay. I'm here. Nothing will hurt you now." I hear someone say.
"Who are you? Where am I? Can you let me go, please?" I ask.
"It's me, Y/N. It's your father." He replies. "After all these years, I've found you."
"That's impossible. You died. You drank too much and ended up killing my mother. You can't be alive right now." I reply.
"I swear, Y/N. It's me. I've been trying to find you so I could make things right. I want to prove to you and your mother that I am a good father."
"Fine. If you want to be such a good father, do you mind letting me go? You're not earning yourself many 'good dad' points by tying me in a chair."
My supposed father unties the rope for me. He then grabs my wrist and leads me out of the room to a different room. It highly resembles the one that I had when I was little. Lavender walls, soft blankets, soft plush toys, and a music box sitting on a nightstand.
I stand there, speechless. A wave of memories flood my brain, overloading it to the point where I almost can't see. Flashbacks are showing up faster than I can process them. Memories of my mum and my dad, both good and bad. Memories of hiding from my dad when he drank, memories of my mum singing me to sleep, and memories of me listening to my music box until I physically couldn't wind it anymore.
I walk to the music box and wind it. I open the lid to hear the same lullaby I heard every night. The song is 'The Healing Song' from Tangled, and it was the first song I knew how to sing.
I sing along to the music box as it plays.
Flower gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mineI start to cry as I remember my mother. She taught me to sing that song, and she sang it all the time. I look at the dog tag she gave me from the play she did, Guys and Dolls. I hold onto it, clutching it tightly against my chest. I continue to cry as the music box continues to play for me.
The thing that makes me cry most is the fact that I can still hear my mother sing to me. Her soft, mellow, sweet voice fills my ears even though she's not with me anymore. I look around my room at the childhood I used to have. Now, I have Dad, Virgil, Patton, Roman, and Logan, along with my best friends.
While I have so much in my life, I've had so much taken from me. People say that an eye for an eye makes the world go blind.
I've forgotten what it's like to see.
"Your mother loved you very much. I know you'll never forgive me for letting her die, but I hope I can fix things." My father says.
"No. This is the one thing you can't fix." I reply.
I hear the old, familiar, angry heavy breathing from my dad before he storms off. I look back down at my music box as the song starts to slow down.
Heal what has been hurt
Change the fates design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine

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