Every Trace of Sadness
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Author's Note: Hi, I just wanted to introduce myself real quick. My name is Megan. I used to publish fanfiction alooong time ago. I have spent the last few weeks reading all kinds of Grey's Anatomy fanfiction. (My fav show!) It inspired me to start writing again so I have kinda had a story that I wanted to write. I will take a stab at this. Please review and let me know how you like or don't like the story. If it's HORRIBLE, I won't waste my time continuing and go back to only enjoying all of you talented writers' stories! Thanks!
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Ch. 1 Cheated by Death
She paused to take a deep breath. She didn't know what to do, but just sit there and take it all in. How was it that after all this time that now she finally understood? She was misinformed her whole life. Now it was too late. Her hands started shaking violently. Forming fists she tried to stop the shaking. Unsuccessful as it was, she started to cry.
Meredith felt cheated. Life had taken away the chance to get the person that gave birth to her. Ironic.
Meredith paused. She couldn't remember the song that her mom used to sing while she cleaned on the weekends. It was driving her nuts. There was nobody now that could give her the answer. She was all alone. Her childhood was only a memory in her mind now.
Nobody could connect her to her past except for her. Why, if she ever had permanent amnesia there would be nobody around to tell her all about her life in her younger days. That scared her. Her childhood was a million miles away. it was ] crappy but, it was an unforgettable part of her. She could not repeat the same mistakes that her parents had.
Meredith told herself that she deserved to be happy, and make things work out. She wanted to break the family curse of running away and quitting. She couldn't quit Derick, or the life that was ahead for them. To get to the future, though, she had to confront the ghosts of her past. In order to be a great surgeon, friend, wife, and mom, she had to understand. She had to deal with it, or else it might destroy her. Meredith picked the diary back up, took a big drink of coffee, and then she turned back to the beginning of the diary. She began to read the same words all over again.
Ellis Brewer,
I love you more than words can say. You are a sweet little girl. I couldn't ask for a better granddaughter. You are sweet, kind, and gentle. Please stay that way forever. I want to give you this diary for your ninth birthday as a way for you to capture your thoughts, and keep them sealed in time forever. I have no doubt that you will have an amazing story to tell in the pages of this leather bound book. I love you Ellie-Bell!
Happy Birthday,
Grandma Lily
Meredith paused long enough to close her eyes. Those sweet words were all that she had to link her to this Grandma Lily that she never knew. She turned the page. She began to read the first diary entry made by her mother.
Hi Meredith,
My name is Ellis Brewer. Grandma Lily gave me this book to keep as a diarry. She said that I could right Dear Diarry at the beginning of each page, or that I could name you somethin speshul. I am going to name you Meredith, after Meredith, Colorado where my grandma was born at and where I have to go for her funeral. Grandma Lily died last night after she left my birthday party. She was in a bad car accident. I miss her. I don't ever want to sellebrate my birthday again! It's not fair. I want my grandma back. Since I miss her so much I will keep writing in my Dear Meredith Diarry like she wanted me to.
Love, Ellie