SECRET - grayson dolan

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I put the last thing in my suitcase, and then closed him. I put my headphones in one pocket, and my phone in the other. Everything was packed now. I looked around my room once again, it was completly empty, no more pictures of me and my old friends on the wall, no more closet full of my clothes, just one big empty and depresing room and one little 17 year old depresing girl on her whealchair in the middle of it. I was sitting there and staring at the wall, just thinking about everything. I prayed to God that everything will be better when i move from here and that i would be happier. That's all i wanted.
I looked at my phone to see what time it was, and i realized that i even have some time left, it was only 4pm and we weren't suposed to leave before 6 so i decided to get some rest before the trip. I layed on my bed, which was the only last thing that left in the room, and just feel asleep.

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"Grayson!"

I screamed as i saw a car infront of us that was just about to hit us. I was screaming like crazy, and Grayson just squized my hand with his.

"i love you, don't forget that."

He said as he tried to avoid the car infront of us, but it was too late. He crashed right into our car and then everything went blurry for me.

"GRAYSON! GRAYSON! GRAY!"

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I woke up screaming this name, grayson. I would lie if i told you that this was the first time i dreamed this, or first time i woke up screming his name. I don't now who is he, who this grayson is, and why am i dreaming this exact dream so many times. Well, not just that dream, i remember a lot of dreams where this grayson was in them, but i could never see his face, it's like my brain blocked the image of how he's looking, and all that he gave me was his name. Well, at least something.

And there's one weird thing that i did, first night when i got back home, i wrote my dream down in my notes on my phone, beacause i was sceared that i am going to forget the dream again too, like i forgot everything before. And now i am doing that thing all the time, all the dreams i have dreamed, they are all writen down. And sometimes i just read them, i don't know, they are like cute little stories that you've been trough. They take me out of reality, but seriously, to me, there is no better thing than just sleeping and dreaming, dreaming about anything that my brain wants to. I find that so weird and mysterious, and now, that's the reason why i am writing all my dreams down, not beacause i'm scared of forgeting them, but beacause i love them, and i want to read them again later. But let's get back to this grayson, as i've said, i dreamed him many times before, and i am starting to think that he isn't just a made up character that my brain came up with, what if there really is a grayson, my grayson?

I wish i could tell someone all my dreams, i wish could thell them about grayson, about everything. But there is nothing as boring as other people's dreams. Man, i really do need friends of my age to talk to.

"Monia, are you packed? We're leaving soon, the car is ready and.. Are you sleeping? Monia!? Really, you are sleeping again? What is this with you and sleeping? You are going to sleep of your entire life!" My mom came into my room and once again, she's here to wake me up.

"I'm awake mom, i was just taking a little nap before the trip, it's nothing."

I said but she was still kinda upset, i know that she doesn't like seeing me only in my room, alone. I know she wants me to have alot of friends, she wants me to go out and have fun and that stuff, but i don't have the strenght for that. I can't make new friends, well at least not here, California is going to be my new begining, i just want to restart my life.

"But Monia, you know that you are going to sleep again in the car, and it's just not helthy to live like that, you got to go out more, it will be good for you. But enough of that, back to my question, are you ready, are you packed?"

"Yea, i am mom, everything is packed, can you help me put the suitcase and the bags in the car?"

"Sure honey, i'll put everything in the car, don't worry. You go and see if your sister is ready, okay?"

"Okay mom, i'll go."

I said and went to my sister's room. Her name is Lina, she's just 3 years younger than me and yeah, she is the only friend that i have now. I came into her room, and she too, was all packed. We took some stuff from her room and we went outside to put them in the car.

Not long has passed, and we were all ready and packed. I guess this is it, i'm finally leaving this place. Some weird feeling woke up inside of me, was it happines? I don't know, haven't felt that for a long time. I just smiled at myself, put headphones in my ears and once again, i fell asleep.

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So here's the second chapter, i hope you guys like it. And again, i'm sorry bc it's kinda boring but it will get interesting later, i promise hahha.