Blown Away

In the Beginning

~~~~2 years ago~~~~

The wind storm around the house; knocked on the window like the police were trying to break down the door. I jumped in fright, startled that the walls would come crashing down around me.

The wind was too strong for a small, broken home like this one. The floors creaked when you walked among them, the foundation was not leveled. I couldn't hang posters on the walls because they were to hollow. That home was a mess and if the wind blew any harder, the whole home may have collapsed. I warned my parents a couple days about the storm we were about to have.

I told them how fierce, harsh, and uncontrollable the winds were supposed to be. I figured since we lived in such a broken home that we should have left and stayed somewhere more stable. They didn't listen to me... like always. I've been having these dreams, not normal dreams these are different from normal dreams.

One dream I had that night was about my mother and father; they both died and I didn't cry before, during or after the funeral. I couldn't bring myself to cry, I watched my little sibling cry his eyes out but I didn't cry, I watched as my home got taken away from my little sibling and I but I didn't cry. By the end of the dream all I was thinking that was how free I felt from this broken home.

When I woke up I didn't feel scared about the dream or frighten about that dream, I actually was more upset on the fact that it wasn't true. That was dream and not reality, all I could think about is how I wished that my dream would come true.

All I could have wished for at the time was my dream to come true.