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

innocent. She knew that her grandfather was very strict with her, but he

same elementary school as her

the spotlight. His brother had always received more care from parents, so they lived

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

after she entered that school. Those

threaten others with her family background. She should deal with those who bullied her on

The seniors always ganged

she went home with some contusions on her body. Those seniors were not stupid. They hit her on her body part that was

neither grandfather nor the servants

went 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 he saw the contusions. She still remembered that she was so angry that she shouted

that her brother secretly took out a 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

did she

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

too. That’s why I

very jealous of her brother. Looking at the

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

those seniors called over some gangsters who were

the school building. She thought she would be 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,

daze. Memories flooded

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

time her

the

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 memories were good. But some of them