Heath Manor (Grayson Dolan fanfic) #fanficfrightday

Chapter 1

I rushed to Grayson's house, panic coursing through me, making me heave with sobs. As soon as my hand reached the front door, it opened by itself, widening to reveal Teresa who was just as much in a mess as I was.

Seeing her made the air whoosh out of my lungs, leaving me frozen and breathless. The implications of what Gray's mother said on the phone had me swirling into an abyss of pain. Heart-wrenching pain that I knew would never go away.

"No," I denied, my throat closing up as the tears welled behind my eyes. "No, no, no, no, no."

It's like the world became off-kilter as my head spun, and my heart broke into tiny, shattered pieces. I couldn't hear anything except the thoughts running through my mind in a frenzy. Grayson is not dead. He is not dead! I saw him this morning, just three hours ago...

"H-he was on the highway," Teresa stuttered, her voice shaking. "Some car rammed into him from behind. It pushed him into the walls, and he was just...smashed in. The police have pr-probably put out the fire, but they said that h-h-he's g-gone." Her voice trembled as she covered her face with her hands.

I lost the will to stand and sank ungracefully to the ground. I felt the wet, salty droplets burn down my cheeks, my body shaking hard. Screaming with hysteria, I looked around frantically. "Grayson! Please, come back. Baby, don't leave me," I pleaded, pulling at my hair in desperation. Beating my fists against the ground, I barely grimaced at the pain. Instead, I welcomed it, wanting to feel anything else other than the horror that was dragging me into the ground.

I felt the warm, gentle arms of Teresa pull me against her, my head against her chest. Her body shook with mine as we yelled and screamed and cried. How was I supposed to live without him? He was my everything. He was what made me smile when I was so upset.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually Teresa let go of me. Everything was a blur as I slowly rose to my feet and left without a word. I could feel the urge to shout bubble up inside of me again, and there was no way to stop it. It took me a while to realize that I was actually already at my parent's car parked in the driveway. Even though I was fourteen, my parents raced cars, so I knew how to drive expertly, and the rules of the road were nothing new to me.

I mindlessly opened up the driver's side door and slumped in, pulling my seatbelt over my waist. For a second, I allowed a thought to run through my head that would never appear under any other circumstances. Maybe I shouldn't put on the seatbelt. Maybe, I should drive into something. A tree. A wall on the highway. I'll get to see Gray again. I don't have to live without him.

I unclipped my seatbelt and started the engine, pulling out of the driveway at an alarmingly fast pace. My foot gradually pushed down on the gas pedal, and I watched as the speed of the car climbed to sixty, seventy, eighty...

"Cierra, stop."

I abruptly slammed on the breaks, pulling into another driveway. The voice was familiar... too familiar. The sound of my name on his lips pulled at my heart strings, and the tears sprang anew. I shook myself, my heart weighing heavier in my chest. Great. I was hallucinating.

"Stop, babygirl. Now put on your seatbelt and drive normally. I'm here. I'm not leaving you."

I vaguely felt soft lips press against the corner of my mouth, making me jump. All I could do was cry. Grayson was dead, and all of a sudden, he was speaking to me as if he was alive. There was no one in the car with me. There was nobody outside. How was I hearing his voice?

I knew I was probably just imagining it, but something told me to listen to him, as if the voice-his voice- I was hearing was real. I put the transmission into "Drive" and slowly drove home. I didn't hear his voice again, and somehow, it was as if the last pieces I had of Grayson were gone. I was enjoying the fantasy world where he was speaking to me, touching me. It was like he was still here.

When I saw my house, I opened the garage, parked in, and set the car to "Park". Shutting off the engine, I dragged my feet into the house to my parents who were watching me worriedly. As soon as Mom saw me, she panicked. "What happened? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

For a moment, I couldn't speak, but I gathered up the courage to utter the words that would make everything much more real.

"G-gray is dead," I muttered, my voice hoarse. All of a sudden, I vaguely felt myself falling as I hit the ground, everything going black.

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Beeping pulled me out of my unconsciousness, nagging me. I wasn't like the girls in the other novels that completely forgot about her boyfriend's death because she was half-asleep. Even in my dreams, I knew that Gray was dead. And he was never coming back.

"Nice to see that you're awake."

I turned my head to the right to see a man in his mid-forties gazing down at me with a small smile. Noticing his scrubs, I realized that he was a doctor. I was in the hospital.

"Hi," I replied, coughing as phlegm got stuck in my throat. I was definitely feeling like shit. Would I ever be happy again?

As he stared at monitor next to my bed, he said, "Your heart rate looks fine. Let me check your vitals."

When we were through with my body examination, he stepped back.

"Am I okay?" I asked.

"Yes, everything looks good. You can probably even leave within a couple of hours."

I felt relief at his statement. Needles were mostly definitely not my best friend, and I wanted them out now.

I nodded, and he took that as his cue to leave. My parents came into the room, stressing over me and giving me food. When it was finally time to leave, a nurse pulled the needles out of the arms, and my mom gave me a change of clothes. Once dressed, we were off to home.

"I want to leave this place, Dad. This town. Just for a little bit," I mumbled.

My dad only looked at me for a few seconds before nodding, and my parents began debating in Hungarian, a language I still wasn't completely fluent in. The minute I was in my room, I was pulling out my suitcase and stuffing anything and everything into it in almost a robotic fashion. There was nothing to be happy or excited about anymore. It was like the vibrance of my life drained away when Gray left.

Two days passed before all the bags were packed in the car, and we were off to Ghoul County, New York. My head rest against the car window as we passed buildings and trees. I was asleep for most of the journey, it being my escape from my horrid reality. The sun streamed through window, warming up my skin but leaving my entire body cold. Nothing would make me warm again.

I opened my eyes just as I felt the car stop. Turning my head to the right, my jaw dropped open as I stared in front of me. A huge, dark grey mansion at least three stories tall stood proud in front of us, just screaming extravagance. But despite how expensive it looked, it only gave me the creeps. Something just wasn't right about it. Maybe it was the peeling dark paint or the black curtains covering each window. It also could've been the terrifying gargoyle statues that just emanated darkness and danger. Its Victorian-style didn't help at all either, giving off an old and nightmarish vibe. I looked helplessly at my parents as they got out of the car and started carrying bags inside.

Help me.

Hi! I've never done a fanfic before, so this is my very first time. I hope you like the chapter :) This story is only going to be a couple of chapters long, but I will try to make it as awesome as possible. It would be wonderful if you could VOTE, COMMENT, and SHARE as well. Until next chapter...

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