I've Been There Before

Grace didn’t sleep well. Her forehead got sweaty.

It was a really long dream.

She dreamed about the old days when her grandfather was still alive. She dreamed about her chasing Caden. She dreamed about her best time when she was eighteen.

Suddenly, she dreamed about her miserable prison life.

She dreamed about Leona’s death. She dreamed about the day when she regained freedom, her bitter life after that and that man she could not escape from.

She also dreamed about her parents. But she couldn’t see them clearly.

“Grace, Caden want to be with you forever! Caden want you to be happy forever!”

Suddenly she heard an innocent voice.

She opened her eyes at once and looked at the snow-white ceiling. After a long while, she finally came to her senses and realized that it was just a dream.

She sat up from the sofa. The door of the balcony wasn’t closed. The cold wind blew in. She trembled with cold sweats.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Then she sat motionless like a statue.

That dream was so real, like a movie about her whole life.

It showed the ups and downs in her life.

It showed how she became frail and weak.

that dream, she recalled a

alive, she was still innocent. She knew that her grandfather was very strict with

same

always received more care from

chauffeur would send her brother to school. But she didn’t go

after she entered that school. Those

family background. She should deal with those who bullied

at that time, she wasn’t strong. The seniors always ganged up

home with some contusions on her body. Those seniors were not stupid. They hit her on

neither grandfather nor the servants

upstairs to do her homework as usual, her brother stopped her and dragged her into his bedroom. Suddenly, her school uniform was pulled down and

and silently put medicine on her contusions. At that time, she lost her temper. She didn’t want

did she

do you think you have got something on me? I have the ability to

too. That’s why I hide

she was very jealous of her brother. Looking at the door, she even shouted, “I will win.

that, she always fought back and got injured. Every day, her brother would put medicine on her

finally won, those seniors called over some

time that she had seen her brother fight so fiercely. In

daze. Memories flooded to

her brother fought with those gangsters, he shouted loudly,

time her

the

distance and recalled the old days. Sometimes she smiled; sometimes she pursed her lips. She seemed to have been lost in her memories. Not all the