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comments, and i love that you guys enjoy my story! Ok, I still have a few chapters that have already been written, but is giving me a hard time right now, so its hard to get everything up, sorry!
I don't know if you figured it out, but everything in italics is either lyrics or a flashback. My songs so far were Ch.1 - Vienna, by The Fray, Ch3. - Trust Me, by The Fray, and there is more to come! As always, these wonderful characters do not belong to me ((though I wish -)) and Grey's anatomy belongs to the wonderful Shonda, ok?
Meredith's eyes flew open suddenly, tears rolling down her face, with Preston Burk clutching onto her forearm. "Are you alright?" He asked anxiously. Apperently, Meredith hadn't heard any of Preston's frantic calls to her as she recalled her past with Derek. She had slouched in her chair immediately after her eyes closed. Her body felt drained, her mind not working as she looked at Preston, her mouth slightly parted. She felt as though she were a stuffed doll. Unable to move, speak, and think; unable to choose when she was used, or put up on the shelf. Her stitches falling out, with nobody there to sew her back up. "Meredith?" Preston repeated for about the ninteenth time in the last hour. "Meredith, are you ok?"
"I. . ." she finally forced out of her mouth with a raspy voice, blinking for the first time she had opened her eyes with even more tears spilling out, "I'm fine."
Preston just cocked his head to the side, the same way that she had done to him when she was confused. "I don't think you are. . ." Letting go of her arm, he patted her shoulder softly, "Just try to get some sleep. This is going to be a long ride." He smiled gently, which akwardly comforted her. She had only known him for a few hours, yet it felt like he was her brother. That thay had lived in the same house for years, fighting and loving each other at the same time. Meredith never had any siblings, but when she was younger, that was all she would talk and think about. She would tell her mother first, whenever she found Ellis alone. She would explain to her that it would help her social skills, and start off her 'going out on her own.' In reality, she had no idea what she was saying; Meredith had only repested words that others had said: she was much too young to understand any of that. Once her parents were divorced, she and her father headed to Boston, Thatcher trying to escape every memory of his ex-wife. After their move, Meredith tried to convince her father to have more childred, going all out on her speech once again. Going to school, she always admired those who spoke of their siblings, whether they were complaining, or bragging, she didn't care. Meredith often found herself in the conversation of 'I'll give you my little brother for a dollar'. She had almost done it oo, if it weren't for the teached budding into her 'personal buisness' as she liked to call it.
Smiling in her head at the memories, the emotion slipped out onto her face as she leaned back into her saet once more. The fog had abandoned the window long ago, now passing the Pennsylvania terrain. Meredith enjoyed train rides, the comforting and smooth feeling, but she was slightly effected by motion. It made her sick to her stomach, and she didn't know why. Flying was worse, however, her fear of flying was long past a phobia. It was just plane wierd. She closed her eyes, deciding it was best if she tried to get a little more shut eye before they arrived at the next station.
Ok, that one was short, sorry, I'll try to finish getting the chapters up soon! Thank you again for the comments!