My eyes fluttered open. Out of curiosity I looked around. "What the hell?" I muttered, getting up from the floor. "Sammy!... Myyah!... Tyler!" I looked around but no one was there. I huffed in annoyance before sitting back down on the ground. The room was white and there was a lightbulb hanging on the ceiling. There was a tall door, but it looked very familiar. The door. It was made out of black wood and there was a "do not disturb" sign on it.
I heard footsteps behind me and on impulse I jumped up and turned around ready for the unexpected. "Whoa. Babe, calm down" I looked up and couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Grayson"
"Rebecca" I shook my head. No this isn't real. This is just a crazy dream. Grayson is dead. He's not back to life, Rebecca. Wake up! "No you're not real. Y-you're dead" Grayson sighed and walked over to me. He intertwined our fingers before snapping his fingers on his free hand, instantly chairs appeared. "This is one weird dream" I muttered.
"It's not a dream. Rebecca, this is your mind. I was sent here to talk to you because your life is at risk. You have to choose wether you want to live or die and end up here with me" a tears slipped my eye as it all came back to me. Everything that happened. "I can't go back. I don't want to live that kind of life anymore Grayson. It lead you to dying and although everyday I tried to push down the fact that I didn't miss you... I lied to myself every morning. I'm going to be alright" I looked into his blue eyes. And really looked in them.
"I'm not alright" a pathetic sob escaped my lips as I wrapped my arms around Grayson. And then another sob, and another, and another. And now I'm crying hysterically on my dead ex boyfriend's shoulder. "Sh, baby it's fine. Look trust me you don't want to be dead. Every day seeing the people you care and love struggle and be sad, or being happy without you. You can't talk to them, touch them, be happy with them. You can only watch. It's like being chained up into a chair, and watching a movie that never ends"
"You don't want to live this way, Rebecca... I know about Sammy. He makes you so happy. I can tell by the way you both look at each other and kiss passionately. I know everything. Rebecca, you have so much to live for. Don't let one moment ruin that all" my cries came to a halt. "How am I going to get out of here!" Realization hit me hard. Grayson sighed before grabbing my hand and before I can process what he's doing I noticed we're in a hospital room, but the thing is when I turned around I'm being cut open by doctors.
I'm having a surgery. "You want to get out of here, Rebecca" I nodded looking in horror at my pale body that laid helplessly on the hospital bed being cut open by strangers. "Fight for your life. Fight like you've never done before because Rebecca if you don't fight hard enough, your body will be in a casket while you walk around watching the people you love struggle, and be sad. And like my sister-" I cut him off. "They'll probably commit suicide"
I turned around to face Grayson. "I'm going to fight for Sammy, Myyah, my gang, Sammy's gang, and you Grayson. I promise you I won't forget to visit you once in a while now" I pulled him in a bear hug. He wrapped his strong arms around me. "Don't forget about me, you lil' asshole" I laughed. "Trust me-" I wiped away a tear and looked back up at Grayson. "-I won't"
"Oh and Grayson" I placed my hand on his soft cheek before pulling him down into a kiss. Our lips move together as tears swam down both of our cheeks. "I will love you forever" I love Grayson with all my soul, but with Sammy I love him with all my heart. "Goodbye, Rebecca" I opened my eyes and noticed I'm now in the white room again, but this time. Completely alone.
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It's You (Sammy Wilk fanfic)
Fanfiction"It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time. Heaven is a place on earth with you." ~Lana Del Rey [ Under Slow Editing Process ]
