The Broken ~ Grayson Dolan / Dolan twins

Chapter Six

Grayson's POV:

It had been two days since I walked to the cemetery and I could not stop thinking about her, the way she dressed gave me an impression that she had gone through something really bad. The way she smiled almost seemed too good to be real. Her eyes didn't go red when she cried, that only happens when you've cried too much and can't deal with the pain. I know this because my eyes do the exact same.

This made me wonder, who was she?

I ran back from school in hopes of another letter only to find Ethan at the front door waving the letter in his hands while smirking.

"Well look what we have here, I've never seen someone send you mail. Who is this person Grayson, or should I say girl?" He had a smug smile on his face. Did he read the letter, does he know who she is?

"I didn't read the letter calm your ass dude. Don't know why it's so important but have fun assclown. I'm going out don't wait up for me." He ran off once he heard the honk from his friend's car.

"Like I ever did wait on you." I muttered. I looked down at my hands to find the letter I had been waiting for in three days. I ran upstairs and took out my razor and ripped open the letter only to find an old piece of paper in there.

Hey Broken Boy,

I wrote this a few days after my parent's accident and I decided it was only right if I shared it with you.

I stopped reading for a second and realised I was holding in a breath and let it out shakily. She trusts me. I decided to continue reading.

Why does time exist if we just waste it

We wake up every day counting down the hours waiting for it to be over

Time is just a number which has no value,

But why is it constantly there on our shoulders pushing us to continue when we want it to end

I lost the meaning of time when my parents left the world

When the doctor pronounced the time of death I ripped the paper out of his hands and screamed "Let them breath"

Time relates to dates which then relates to years

You always get pressured into asking questions that think about the future

But what if you're not there in the future

What if the time has come for you to leave

Pretty ironic that time can help welcome you into the world but can end it in seconds

Imagine you were driving a car and was singing to a song peacefully

Within a matter of seconds the car flips over resulting in instant death

I was there when it happened, I didn't care about time at that moment

What mattered was that the date meant nothing to me, it broke me

At that time and moment I knew what isolation meant

I knew what loneliness was

That was the last time I cried

It's sad that you can't control time

People say time can make you feel better

But what if it's just made me worse

You know enough about me now I want to know about you.

Please don't push me away, we are both broken and I need someone to help me as do you too.

The Broken Girl

How can she still survive after this accident, even if I wasn't in the car with her I can relate with every sentence written, it was almost like I wrote it during one of my late nights.

She was there when her parents died, she saw it happen in a split second. I couldn't bear thinking about it anymore as a tear slid down my cheek thinking about my mum. I picked up the letter I dropped and smelt it, it's a weird habit but it helps bring me clues.

I found a faint smell of dead roses, it was weird because I was holding roses at the cemetery. I turned the letter around to find a pressed dead rose petal on the side of the envelope.

It was then I realised that I had met her...

But what can I do, do I help her or should I remain a mystery until I feel it's safe.

All I know is that I found The Broken Girl...

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