Night after night I changed Grayson's bandages. He still hasn't woken up. It's been 2 weeks. What if he is dead.
It's my fault. All my fault. I should have hurried up like he told me too or not have made so much noise.
"Grayson, I'm so sorry."
I hold his hand and cry. That's all I have been doing. Lately I hear a lot of men in the woods. They are searching for me.
I don't understand why my foster family is still having people look for me. It's almost been a year.
Speaking of which my birthday is coming up. It's July 4 (yes I know I was born the forth of July. Lucky me)
Today is July 2. I miss Grayson. Even though he is here, he isn't awake. That's what I want on my birthday. For Grayson to be awake.
Dr. Tracey stops over a lot and checks on him. She said I did good on the removal of the bullet.
"So listen. I have a new born daughter. I have no one to look after her so I was wondering if you could for maybe a week."
"Umm yea sure. You just need to give me diapers, food, and clothes for the week"
"Okay thank you. I'll be back tomorrow"
"Bye"
When Dr. Tracey left I went back to Grayson and fell asleep. I had a dream that my parents were still alive and we were a happy family.
But that's the thing. It was only a dream.
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He saved me✔️
Teen FictionBraelynn is a shy, girl. She is bullied at school and at home by her foster parents. One day she reached her breaking point and ran away. What will come when she is alone lost, and someone saves her.
