I've Been There Before

Grace stood in front of the white door for a long time. Finally, she reached out and opened the door.

“I won’t eat.” Payne lay on the bed, weak and haggard. These days, he had been anxious. The desire to live kept him struggling in pain.

However, the pain was too much to bear. With days passing by, he grew increasingly desperate.

He wanted to live, so he fought with the agony and the disease, dreaming to go back to the days when he could enjoy the luxury life had to offer and be carefree.

Mrs. James cried every day. Payne couldn’t bear to watch her like that. Then she got sick, too. Payne was a little relieved that he finally didn’t have to be around her.

Only the housekeeper would deliver food to him. Mrs. James hired the best nurses for her beloved son. They worked 24 hours a day and took turns to take care of Payne.

Payne was fed up with this white room. When he had a clear mind, he would look out of the window. His eyes were no longer as bright as before.

When the door was opened, he thought the housekeeper had come with food. The medicine and the chemotherapy cost him his appetite. Everything tasted bitter.

Now he would only eat when he was starving.

He was even too weak to speak.

Naturally, he wouldn’t bother to see who was coming.

He just sat on the bed, pretending to enjoy the view outside the window.

The he felt a shadow over him.

He didn’t want to waste his energy to check it out. Annoyance climbed onto his haggard face.

Yes, he was annoyed. He hated to have others pity him. If possible, he would rather it be the other way around.

“Get out,” Payne said in a weak voice, somewhat annoyed, “I know I am sick.”

“Is it affecting your mind, too?”

Payne heard a woman’s voice.

He froze, shocked.

He slowly turned his head from the window to the bedside. In just 45 degrees, his expression changed dramatically.

Staring at her for a long moment, he laughed self-deprecatingly, “Are you here to check if I’m dead?”

The woman remained silent. She pulled the chair beside the bed over and sat down. Glancing at Payne, she stood up, picked up a pillow from the sofa and put it behind Payne.

“What are you doing? Are you pitying me?”

Grace looked at his sunken cheeks for a long time. It was hard to recall his handsome features. He changed so much that she couldn’t recognize him.

She stretched out and buttoned Payne’s white hospital gown.

“What are you doing?” Payne pursed his pale lips with vigilance.

Grace shook off his hand and then unbuttoned the shirt. Then a scar on his shoulder was exposed. The wound had healed, but the scar was nasty.

“Do you remember how you got this?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

She stroked the scar. Payne wanted to dodge her hands as he felt the scar burning, his shoulders trembling.

“If you’re here for nostalgia, save it. I’m dying. What’s the point of reliving the past with a dying man?”

Grace ignored his harsh words and continued to caress him.

She continued, “I grew up with Grandpa.”

“Are you showing off? Grace, he is dead. You lost him forever.”

She ignored him again.

used to envy

dad loved you. I was too young. I thought they didn’t like me because I

best to be better than you

smarter than me, but I was not

thinking that it would make me outstanding, so that

thought, and

became better and better, I discovered that they disliked me even more.

angry. You are

working

matter if they could never love me, because I

was the most important person to

thing that made me feel less useless was grandfather’s approval. It let me taste the sweetness of love

I was

“Your brother was actually smarter and more

and I realized that he

it didn’t matter. He loved me.

first, but

ward. She told the story in a steady and

even more. You already got mom and dad’s love. Why would you take away grandfather’s love, too? That was all I

was like a bystander, telling another

got the scar?” She looked up at the brown scar, gently stroking

weak, his face pale. After a long

I didn’t tell anyone about our family and was

me into your bedroom, and you rudely took off my clothes to see my cuts

know that you had a

chased me

grandfather about it, so he

worried all day. But grandfather didn’t blame me. Then I

time afterwards, I went home with injuries

booty of a fight. You protected me against a bunch of hooligans. They cut you. After that, I felt

you remember what you said during

Payne’s eyes sparkled.

Grace continued.

I can bully my

Grace paused.

pursed his pale

didn’t hate you that much anymore, because I knew

lowered his

at the back of Payne’s head and choked, her eyes turning red, “Why are we like

the sheets, his heart

bitter in his mouth.

bully me. But, where

you would protect me. Why did we

was having a hard time. She even managed to remain

at controlling her emotions. But why did her eyes turn red? She

everything,” After a long while,

his eyes for a long time. Was it

Or power?

Or fame?

Payne finally confessed, after all these years. Grace was shocked

very much, but I was jealous every time I saw grandfather taught you things. I am the big brother, but grandfather only

he would reproach you even if you only played

tried to draw his attention by

older, I cared more about that. He taught you everything,

I got, the more jealous I became. Yet you don’t know anything about

surprise. This was the first time she

finished, Grace