Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been writing for a couple of days, I know you're used to me updating everyday but I got writers block, sadly. I'm running out of ideas but I wanna make this fanfic as long as I can, so inbox me if you have suggestions please! It's greatly appreciated. Thank you for your positive feedback. Enjoy!
Hannah's Pov
Grace is starting to get her memory back.
She keeps apologizing to me every five minutes.
First she says sorry for cheating on me, then she says sorry for attempting to kill herself.
I tell her to stop saying sorry for cheating on me because I've forgiven her.
I've also apologized for over reacting the way I did.
She says that she understands.
But I still think I messed up a little.
"Gracie, stop saying sorry for what you tried to do. It wasn't your fault babygirl, it's okay." I tell her.
I'm reading a magazine in the hospital room while Grace is laying down watching the tv that she can barely hear.
"How is it not my fault? I'm the one who did it, or at least, was going to do." She shrugs, not looking away from the tv.
"Well yeah, but it's not something you could've controlled, it's that you just wanted to end it all, you can't help how you feel." I say.
She just looks at me then turns away to look at the tv again.
I sigh.
"Gracie, you have to understand that you've been going through this for a long time, actually you never told me how long this has been going on, but it's been since we met at least, and your mind and body didn't wanna take it any longer, I can't say that I entirely understand what you go through but I know that's why." I say.
She puts her hands over her eyes and start to cry.
"You're right Han. And yes, it has been a long time. Not just 3 years though..." She leaves the sentence hanging.
"Grace? How long?" I ask quietly.
She shakes her head.
I raise my eyebrows and just stare at her, holding her hand.
"Since I was 16...." She says ashamed.
"Oh my gosh! That's like 12 years! Grace, I had no idea that it's been that long. I'm so sorry. Do your parents know?" I say, pulling her into a hug and squeezing her tight.
"No they don't know. Please don't tell them, they'll think I'm even weirder than I am already. It's fine. I've gotten used to it.....well, up until recently..." She says.
I start to cry.
How could someone this "happy" be so sad and broken?
"Grace, this isn't something you should be used to. It shouldn't be a daily routine that you wake up feeling miserable and just hating yourself. Yet, you plaster on a fake smile." I say.
She just nods in agreement.
I keep thinking.
I know what I need to do.
