The Broken ~ Grayson Dolan / Dolan twins

Chapter 11

Quote of the day:

"Salt will always look like sugar"
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Grayson's POV:

"So where should we go now?" She looked through the treehouse and noticed a chest in the corner. She turned around to face me before gesturing to the box.

I sighed and contemplated in my mind, that chest contained all of my notes from the past and also right now. My most recent one was written a few days ago when I decided to stay here for two nights away from Ethan.

I nodded my head as she grabbed the chest and brought it towards me. She was about to open the box when she realised that it was locked, she turned to face me confused.

"This is where I keep all of my notes, I lock it in case any kids come up here and investigate the room." A frown replaced her slight smile on her lips.

"We don't need to open this Grayson, it's your decision." I looked up at her in shock and smiled. That was the first time somebody cared about my decision since forever.

"No, I trust you. You're the only person who has bothered to talk to me and get to know the real side of me. You actually care about me in ways nobody has ever done before. The code is -" I got cut off by Jess hugging me, I was still trying to process what was happening when I felt my arms being wrapped around Jess.

I could still not get over this feeling of warmth and love spilt across my body.

"The code is 2504, the date she passed away." I looked down when saying that before her hands glided on top of mine as we opened the chest together.

Her eyes lit up as she looked into the chest to find many sheets of paper scattered around, some were crumpled while others were open waiting for someone to judge them.

She picked up one of the crumpled sheets of paper and passed it to me. Now it was my turn to look confused.

"Open the paper and read to me what you wrote." I looked at her nervously as I unfolded the paper to find a piece I wrote during the first month my mum was away.

I started to heavily breathe and I guess Jess noticed as she was rubbing my back trying to calm me down.

"Here goes nothing."

So what does it mean to be alone
Does it mean you're finally at peace
Away from the others to relax
Or does it mean the opposite?
Alone for me means being left behind
As thoughts wander through my head
Should I laugh or cry
Should I live or die
I don't know what to do anymore
Those words can't stop haunting me
Alone is the last thing I need
Being neglected and surviving by yourself
I need a light
A light to shine a path for me
To show me I'm not alone
I need a path
To save me
Because I don't know if it's too late
I don't know if it's too late to save myself
I don't know what it means to not be alone
Is it comforting?
Do you have people supporting you?
My only support is myself
And I already gave up on myself
Being alone is the reason to blame
I just need that light to shine my way

I put the paper down and took a deep breath and turned my face to look at Jess only to find tears in her eyes.

"When did you write that?" She was smiling as the tears went down her face.

"During the first month of my mum's death, I spent the entire month in here. Locked up away from society, I was a mess -" She quickly interrupted me.

"I know, I read your letter remember. You don't need to relive those moments again by speaking about them anymore." I smiled in gratitude and was still shocked at what was happening in front of me. Was this a dream?

"No, it's not a dream Grayson I'm right here." She couldn't stop laughing while I looked down blushing.

We stopped talking and just stared into each other's eyes as we both tried to figure out the code to our soul but our eyes were both locked to the maximum amount of combinations making it difficult for us.

"So what happens now?" I ask ruining the moment as I let my negativity get the best of me.

"What do you mean what happens now? We now know each other, we have each other's phone numbers, we don't need to send letters anymore." She jumped up when she mentioned the letters while I looked down.

"You didn't like the letters I wrote?" She turned to face me and nodded her head no.

"Of course I loved them, I'm just glad that we don't need to wait for four days until we can communicate with each other. We can also send the letters to each other by text messaging. I'm not leaving you Grayson don't worry." Those last words made me feel comfortable and safe giving me an unknown feeling which swept my body.

"You should go home it's eight right now, your foster family must be going insane." She rolled her eyes when I mentioned her foster family.

"They're used to this behaviour, I've gone a week without going back to the house and they didn't bother checking up on me." I looked at her in sympathy as she muttered under her breath, "like they ever cared about me to begin with."

"How about we walk around the area and see what happens next?" I placed my hand out in front of her as she intertwined her hands with mine making them fit like a puzzle piece.

An unsolved broken puzzle piece yet to be solved but not by one person, but by the two of them. Together...

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