As I howl at the moon,

only thoughts of you!

My Soul is breaking,

but The Moon Is Breath Taking.

After a long, much needed rest, I woke up. The bright light hurt my eyes, stinging and blinding me for a moment. It took me a second to realize the car wasn't moving. It took me another second to realize we weren't even in the car at all. I was right; it was all just a dream. My wolf is gone now, I had him right next to me, now he's gone… as I pulled the covers off of me I noticed I was wearing my red hoodie. Just like in my dream…

I also noticed that my toes were greeted with soft carpet. But we don't have carpet in my house? Finally after my eyes adjusted I knew I wasn't in my house, I was in a motel. A very crappy motel, but still it was a motel. So this just proves that it wasn't a dream! Looking down I noticed I still had my clothes on and no new scars or bruises shown. He didn't try to feel me up or hurt me. I just knew I could trust him. I involuntarily smiled, and then quickly wiped it off. Where is Derek?

My eyes scanned the room three times before I came to my conclusion. Derek isn't here… right now. Where could he possibly be though? Derek wouldn't have just left me in this room, right? Maybe I'm just overreacting like usual… I'm always freaking out when I feel unsure, if I feel confident then I'm fine. Right now I am very far from confidence. Derek makes me second guess everything I do. But that's not the problem right now! The problem is where is Derek?

Sitting down on the bed to breath was a good start. I took a long, deep breath and lie back on the bed. Hearing a door creak brought me out of my panic and into a new one. All the panic left when I saw that it was Derek. Why didn't I notice the bathroom light on? With slightly damp hair and fresh clothes on his back, Derek walked to me. "Morning how was the coma? I really thought you'd never wake up. "

"When did we get to a motel?" I asked him politely.

"A few hours ago," was his reply.

I wonder where we are now. Did we stop in Iowa? If we did then we'd have to be careful, I have family in Davenport too. Pulling my knees to my chest, I thought of my mother. I hope she's not crying too much. After all I am a legal adult, but I'm still her baby. I'm her only child and she must be freaking out to the max. I wish I could call her without her finding me. Didn't Derek say I was going to see my real family though? My mom and grandma are my real family; my dad might as well be dead, he's dead to me…

Sighing, I looked up at Derek. He had a sympathetic look on his face as he sat next to me. Dropping his arm around my shoulders his said to me, "I'm sorry I brought you out here, I should just take you home. We're half way to California though… you may love your mom and your grandma, but they're not your real family, Crimson." I looked up at him and gave him my most puzzled look. At first he made all the stress go away, now he's making it worse. How does he know that my family isn't my real family? How can he say my real family is in California? How does he know me?

He acts like he knows me better than I do. Why not ask how you know each other hmm? Maybe then you'll get answers? Shut up, you stupid brain.

"How do you know me Derek? How do I know you? How do I know that you're a werewolf? Why do you keep saying my real family is in Beacon hills? I'm confused Derek and you're not helping! Please just give me some answers…"

"Which answers do you want now? Maybe you just want the whole story? But I promise you this, Crimson, when you hear your story, it doesn't have a happy ending…"

I don't get my happy ending? I don't get my fairy tale ending? Well, maybe if I did I would remember it myself. I want to hear my story; the only thing making me hesitate is 'It doesn't have a happy ending'. But answers are answers still. I want to know what was so bad that I completely forgot it... Forgot Derek, my wolf, my friend, mine.

"Tell me my story, Derek."

As candles blow out,

I cry your name.

As you scream in Pain,

I watch the dying flames.