Hazel grey is a loner and not by choice. She had always had a difficult life. Abandoned by the people who were supposed to be responsible for her, Hazel was dropped in a box by a dumpster when she was a baby. She grew up, tossed around in different foster homes, she had her demons, taunting her every night.
Now seventeen, she is still the same girl she had grown up to be with the same mindset, she knew what she needed. she knew how to become happy.
She knew she wasn't meant for this world. She knew she could never be happy in her cruel reality. She knew the only thing that would make her happy was to give up on her life.
Just a few months and she could escape her reality.
That was the plan '' then i can make the choice as an adult ''.
She had planned to kill herself on her 18th birthday. Just a few months and she could end all the pain and heartache.
She was ready to be free.
Until she met him. Blake dark was in every way as messed up as hazel, probably even more but he didn't wait for months to end his life, he didn't think he could escape his demons. He didn't want to escape. He wanted them to eat him up alive.
He wanted to wither until he broke.
They wanted different things but they somehow met in the middle and fell.....in love?
"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to.
"Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips.
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In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal.
The thing that plagues her is her ability to go through anybody's and everybody's dreams which has a nasty side effect--she lost her ability to speak in the real world. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream.
But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.