Bring me to the home I adore

Why cant i be in peace?

Luz's POV (bet ya didn't see that coming)

I sat there for a second. My breathing was heavy and sweat was running down my back. What even was that. I think I've read about it once. Sleep paralysis I think it was called but that's not my main concern. What is with the constant nightmares every night. I'll have to look it up. Once my breathing calmed down I quietly and carefully got up so I didn't wake King. I looked down at the small demon. He looked so tiny and peaceful. I smiled and opened the door as quietly as possible and closed it behind me.

Once I was in the hallway I sighed and activated my light spell. It was quite dark out still so It must still be late at night. Or really really early in the morning. I walked downstairs, passing the kitchen as I made my way to the couch. "When was the last time I had a good nights sleep?" I asked myself. When these nightmares started to become more occurrent I started to mark the days I get a good nights sleep on my phone's calendar.

I turned on my phone to see multiple messages and missed calls from my so called "mother" I groaned and opened my phone before looking on my calendar app. "3 and a half years? Well isn't that lovely." I said, sarcasm lacing my voice. I can't be the only one whose experienced this kind of thing before. I went into google and searched 'what is it called when you have a nightmare every night?' "Nightmare disorder also known as dream anxiety disorder is a sleep disorder characterized by frequent nightmares. Yeah that sounds about right." I mumbled. I was about to turn my phone off when I saw my "mother" was calling me. I groaned and answered it.

"What do you want?" I said coldly. "Carino please listen to me. I didn't mean to hurt you and I don't want to lose you. Please come back home." She said pleadingly. I rolled my eyes. "Ok let's go down this timeline shall we? You find me as a baby and took me in and raised me. When I was 14 you decided that the way you raised me was a mistake and tried to send me to a camp to change who I was. Instead of camp I end up in a magical realm that I felt like I belonged in, only to come back home, tell my so called "mother" about my adventures only for her to not only think I'm playing make believe but also for her to take away everything I had to remind me of that place! Then she starts to control my life, having me do things that I never wanted to do, like I was some sort of puppet in your game! Then four years later you dropped the bomb of my adoption on me on my birthday of all days, causing me to leave, and now you want me back?! A simple I'm sorry won't cut it so go out, live your life, forget about me and erase this number. Your life was better off without me anyways." I said to her. She tried to talk but I hung up before I could hear what she was saying.

I went into my contacts and blocked the number. I sighed, placing my head in my palm to try and decrease the ever growing migraine from that conversation. "Only took me four years to stand up to her." I say to myself giving off a light chuckle. I pulled the key from my pocket, staring at it. "It's not like I can or want to go back there anyways." I said, looking around the room and smiling. A flash of my dream appeared in my brain causing my breath to get caught as tears threatened to fall. I had to stay calm and stay strong. If I don't then who will. "Why can't I have just one peaceful night" I said, looking down at the ground, face in my hands as I silently cried to myself.