lexilasha
And I loved Oklahoma. In a dead and super boring kind of way, but it was home and that was enough. It was all I knew or at least all my mind could completely remember. When I lost my parents, I guess I lost more than just my family, I lost the memory of any life before waking up at the shelter. Four years simply gone into the clouds and thirteen more spent reliving the the same nightmare every night.
But that all changes when at the end of one of my dreams, I don't wake up.