Chapter 3 *Your here*

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Chloe' s p.o.v

I love dreaming , you can do and what you want whenever you , see who ever you want.
It's a peaceful place for me.

☆Dream☆
You know in the movies when they run in the meadows in slow motion and look back at their loved one and smile lovingly at them because out of pure happiness, joy and love , well me and my sister where running to the lake with my parents where walking slowly hand in hand with the picnic basket.

We were going to have a picnic at our favourite spot in the woods . People don't know about this place , only we do. I don't know how we discovered this place but since we were little we been going to this place . I called it wonderland , there are usually deer and birds here.

We already have our bathing suits on and took our clothes off . There were a little waterfall but not too high. I ran to it and climbed to the top . I waited for the other 2 , I always the fastest. So when they finally reached the me we took hands and walked to the edge , took deep breaths and jumped. I felt how I hit the water and shank deeper .I open my eyes it was pitch black . I could see the air bubbles I blinked again and there before me was green eyes staring at me.

Dream end ☆

I woke up in the hospital bed. Okay that was a weird dream. I heart soft voices ,I slowly open my eyes to see who it is . When a turned a little on my side I winced a little of the pain , then voices stopped. Where before me stood my grandparents that I haven't seen in 12 years , 12 year they got old well me too.

"Chloe , your awake!"  Grandma Ellie exclaimed and wrapped me in a tight hug I was shocked at first but then hugged her back. Okay can't breath.

"Can't breath."

"Oh sorry ." She let go slowly of me and back away and then my grandpa hug me gently like I was a fragile piece.

"Your here ." I said almost not believing it .

"Yeah honey of course where else would we be ?"

"I don't know it just I have seen you guys last when I was 4 ."

"Oh ad we have have something for you ."

Grams signaled gramps for the bag .

"Oh yeah that thing. "He went to the bag and got something out of it and put it behind his back and walk back to us .

"So honey we know we are a little late but we something for your birthday. "

"But you shouldn't have. "

"Don't worry it was your mom's and mine and my mom's it's been in our family for generations ."

Gramps handed the box to gran she to me to I opened it . There in the box was the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen it was platinum with heart shape locket twirly designs on and little crytals. I opened the locket and there was a photo of my family on the one side and the other side was blank .

"We asked your parents to sent a photo of you guys."

"Thanks I love it ."

"We wanted to give Fey her's but ...." She started to cry on gramps shoulder.

"It's fine I'm sure she would of loved it too."

"Will you take it?" Grams asked hesitantly.

"Um yes ."

Gramps quickly retrieved the other box and handed it to me. I took it and and said 'for Fey' and they nodded.

I opened it and there was a beautiful bracelet and a heart shaped locket same design as my necklace. In the locket was the photo as mine.

"This has also been in our generation for many years."

"Thanks." And I hugged them for me and Fey , I ignored the pain . We let go of each other.

"So what do you think of living with us ?"

"I guess so it's not like have a other choose ." Grams engorged the comment and said great.

"When can I go home?" I really didn't want to stay any longer I am not very fond of hospitals.

"We have asked the doctor when we can take you home in 2 days ."

"Okay let me have a talk with the doctor." Now he is going to get it.

After a lot of arguing , no s , a tantrum and threats from my side we got a yes. I can be persuasive when I want to be.

"Great we are leaving in the morning. " Grams said.

"We can get you stuff when you are feeling beter."Gramps said.

"Okay thanks."

I closed my eyes just to rest who I kidding I was sleeping.

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☆ lauren




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