I never thought I would miss the Arizona heat on my skin.
I always wanted to live in a place that either rained or snowed, but as I lay here now I'm left with the memory of my mom telling me," Once you live in the place you dream of, your always gonna miss home." Home, that's a funny word. I don't even remember what home feels like anymore it's been so long. Being kicked out at 17 and drifting through this new world makes me question whether the attack that night happened and I'm stuck in a very detailed dream or I'm certified nuts. I mean, who besides a crazy person would be out in this God forsaken snowstorm chasing werewolves. Well, you guessed it's me, that's who. Being as I underestimated my opponent, and now I'm lying here bleeding out, the only thing running through my mind is my favorite go-to song fake love by BTS. The line that comes to me every time I question this reality is, " I grew a flower that can't be bloomed in a dream that can't come true."
I always wondered if I'm the flower in the dream. As my eyes start to drift close and all I can see are the blurred faces of my new family, no sweet last words come to mind all I can honestly think to myself is did I remember to take my meds. Well s**t now this is something else that I can already hear Stacia nag at me again. Let's hope I'm too badly injured that I she will give me a pass, but let's face it, I have never been that lucky.