The Broken Hearted ( COMPLETED UNEDITED )

Chapter 2 The Dream

I couldn't believe he it, the guy I have been dreaming about was standing right in front of me. I looked into his eyes and they looked pure gold. His body was muscular and tan, he was taller then me which made me have to look up to him.

He gave me a cheeky smile, " You done checking me out?"

I stood there stun. "Well," he said, "My name is Joah, and yours is?"

I shuddered, "Gr-Grace."

He smiled at me, " Don't be nervous around me."

I claimed myself down, kept a cool voice, "I'm not, I was shocked." I turned around and started to walk back to where Clary was. As I started walking off, I felt a hand on my arm, "Please wait, what do you mean by 'I was shocked.'" His hands were soft on my skin, "Nothing, it's just..." I got cut off when clary walked up to us.

She looked at Josh, "looks like you met my son Josh," I nodded. "Well she will be staying with us in our spare bed room, Josh show her to her room." He nodded not wanting his mother disappointment. Before we left, clary spoke again, "Oh and Josh, remember the rules." And she left.

I walked down the hall way as Josh led me to my room. A couple times he tried to start up a conversation, but I just ignored him. Josh stopped in front of a room, "This is your room." I nodded and walked in and closed the door behind me. I needed to sleep. I went to my new bed and laid on it, and thought about all that's happen today. Just this morning I was with Leo, cuddling up to him, and now.....

I felt a tear run down my eyes, I won't be allowed to see him again. I turned onto my side and closed my eyes.

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Josh stood up on a hill, his eyes shinning in the moon light. He had blood all over his face and hands, but you could still see ruins on his skin. He had a sword in his right hand and a shield in the other. His face turned to me, and stared at me with love, and concern, he turned his face to behind me. His expression changed into anger and hate. I turn to look where he was starring and saw someone, he looked as young as Josh, he was tall but had shaggy black hair, hair as dark as coal. His eyes almost black, they looked like pools of nothingness. He also had blood all over him but where Josh wasn't smiling, he was, he almost looked as happy as a little child on Christmas Day. I looked back to Josh, he was yelling out my name "Grace! Don't trust him!" I went to go and run for him but got held back by the person behind me. He looked at me with happiness, "you can't leave me," his voice was dark. "I own you." He started laughing.

I woke up out of my night mare. I felt sweat drip down my forehead, I turn and put on the light then I grabbed my phone to check the time, it was 1:34. I got up and grabbed out my art book and pencil and sat back down onto my bed. I started going through the pages, one of them were just two hands, clearly they are a female and male. They were together hand on hand. Next were just pictures of the battle field, with bodies laying everywhere. It hurt going past these pages because they were sad, just then I got to the pages where Josh was in. They looked just like the person I met. I got to a clean page and started to sketch a picture of the boy that was behind me. His face was like burnt into my brain, his eyes and hair as black as coal and his spine sent shivers down my spine. Half an hour later I stop and look at my art work, the person looked evil. His eyes made him look evil, it's as if a soul from hell came into his body and took control. I felt sorry for him. I looked at the lamp and turned it off, sending me back into the darkness. I closed my eyes and fell back into a deep slumber with nothing in it.

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I woke up to my phone alarm, I must of forgot to turn it off. To day was Monday, which would mean I would of have to go to school. I rolled off my bed and laid on the floor thinking about yesterday. I got up slowly and grabbed my art book and walked outside to look for the kitchen, I remember going past it when Josh was waking to my room. About 10 minutes later after walking in circus I found the kitchen with nobody in it. I checked my phone and it said it was 6:30am. I walked over to the cupboard. "Bingo" I said to myself as I grabbed out a jar of Nutella out. I put the toast in the toaster and grabbed out the butter. I sat down on the table and turned on the music and hummed to the lyrics. About half an hour later I finished my toast and my drawing. It had in one corner a shirt less guy with wings coming out of his back, his face and eyes were looking at the ground. There was another male on the other side of the page, he looked like the other angle on the other side but this one had dark wings with black hair, he had a evil smile on his mouth. When I looked at the other angle his wings were white and his hair only shaded a tiny bit, so his hair wasn't white, he looked very much like Josh. I other angle, the dark angle looked like the guy in my dream. I was annoyed at it, what did he mean he owned me? Nobody owns me, -or do they- a small voice said inside my head. I shook my head up and moved over to where my 4th piece of toast popped out.Suddenly my favourite song came on

" Because you know

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass"

I was shaking my hips along to the song when I started to hear laughter from behind me. I turned around and saw two boys staring at me, one of them I knew was Josh.

"Nice dance," He laughed.

The other boy looked at me and smirked then said, "She has a great ass." My face went bright red, I was so embarrassed. I quickly pushed past them and ran back to my room. I couldn't believe they say me dance. I laid on my bed and put my hands on my face. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I sighed and got up and opened the door. Josh was standing there with his friend.

"What do you want here?" I snapped at them.

They started cracking up laughing, "what got into you this morning? We didn't go anything but laugh and got upset and stormed out," I turn my head to the ground,"but by the way, you can draw well, why are you drawing me?" I look up right away, crap I just remembered I left my art book behind. "Where is it?" I say it worried, how much have they seen?! Josh handed me my art book, "how much have you read?"

He shrugged, "idk, all of it, you can draw me well by the way.And by the way, this is Percy, my friend." They both looked at me like I would do something. I looked away from embarrassment,"how did you draw me when I haven't met you before?"

"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone." I said nervously.

He nodded, "I promise you."

I took a deep breath, "for the last couple of weeks I have been dreaming about you, I didn't know who is was until yesterday." He nodded as if to tell me more, " the dreams are about massive war, and your usually in it covered in blood. But last night my dream was different, there was another guy in it." I opened my art book and turned to the page where I had drawn the guy. "He was in it last night, you called my name and told me to come to you but then he grabbed," I pointed to the picture, "said I couldn't go because he owns me." His eyes went to the picture and looked at it.

"Well," he said slowly," did I look hott in your dream?" He smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and shut the door on them. What idiots, why would he be worried about what he looked like ? I sighed and walked away from the door.