My name is Grace, and I'm 15. My life is pretty messed up, but it's about to change. For better or worse? I don't know. Just have to take it one step at a time...


7. Six

I sat on my hospital bed on the third and final day. Every time Fleur would come in, I'd ask her if the doctors found anything wrong with me. Finally, she sat down next to me.

"Hon, is something wrong? You can tell me, and I'll help you the best I can," she said with a sincere smile, so sincere i wanted to cry.

But I couldn't tell a soul. Not after what happened last time.

I just smiled and shrugged.

"Nothing's wrong Fleur. I'm just a bit jumpy after what happened with the entire truck incident thing, that's all," I smiled back. Liar liar liar. All she wants to do is help me.

I was too far gone though by now.

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