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

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

went to the same elementary school

spotlight. His brother had always received more care from

send her brother to school. But she didn’t

after she entered

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

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

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

neither grandfather nor the servants

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

her contusions. At that time, she lost her temper. She

she say

me? I have the ability to deal with them myself. Don’t tell grandfather

said with distain, “It was just a fight. And you lost. I fight a lot, too. That’s why I hide

a girl who lacked the care of her parents, she was very jealous of her brother. Looking at the

back and got injured. Every day, her brother would put medicine on her wounds and then chased her

seniors called over some gangsters who were

the back of 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

a daze.

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

that time her brother

on the sofa for three

days. Sometimes she smiled; sometimes she pursed her lips. She seemed to have been lost in her