It was dark. The moons usual light didn't slip through the curtains and flood my room. Today the moon made a no show and that left me to gaze up at the ceiling.
Jonathan was coming tomorrow. My father.
It felt beyond strange saying that. The word was unfamiliar with me and I wasn't planning on getting used to it any time soon.
The nervousness I was feeling didn't allow me to get a blink of sleep. I didn't toss or turn but simply laid in bed with my eyes wide open and every cell in my body still awake.
Everything seemed like it was a mess. Only a few months ago I had a fairly simple life were all I had to worry about was my homework and getting to class on time. But now days I've had to try and not get killed and re connect with family.
My mind was filled with thoughts and it certainly
