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.

she recalled a lot

alive, she was still innocent. She knew that her grandfather was very strict with her, but he cared about

same elementary school

His brother had always received

would send her brother to school. But

very ordinary at that time. She was bullied soon after she entered that school. Those bad kids played tricks on her all the

not to threaten others with her family background. She should deal with

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

contusions on her body. Those seniors were not stupid. They hit her on her body part

neither grandfather nor the servants discovered

brother stopped her and dragged her into his bedroom. Suddenly, her school uniform was pulled down and he saw the contusions. She still remembered that she was so angry that she shouted at

medical kit from under the bed and silently put medicine on her contusions. At that time, she lost her temper. She didn’t want others to know she was bullied, so she sneered at her brother and told him

did she say

on me? I have the ability to

a fight. And you lost. I fight a lot, too. That’s why I hide a medical box under the bed.” Then

her brother. Looking at the door, she even shouted, “I

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

seniors called over some gangsters who were actually high

beaten up. But her brother showed up suddenly. It was the first time that she had seen her brother fight so fiercely. In the end, her brother got injured and his head

a daze. Memories flooded

when her brother fought with those gangsters, he shouted loudly, “Only I can bully my sister. I’ll kill you if

her

the sofa for three

into the distance and recalled the old days. Sometimes she smiled; sometimes she pursed her lips. She seemed to have been lost in her memories.