My Saviour.

Andy just stood there frozen for at least 10 minutes until I finally asked:
"Andy.. Are you okay. You've been standing there for about 10 minutes now."
"No.. I'm uh fine. It's just, Since when could you sing like that?!" His voice cracked half way through his sentence which made me laugh.
"Since forever.."
"Well you have to sing on stage for us one time!" He exclaimed.
"Uh. How about no. I don't want to sing in front of people." I mumbled.
"Awhhhee please Morgan. You sang in front of me.." He begged.
"That's because I didn't know you were there, no means no Andy." I said.
"Fine." He fake pouted.
"Hey uh Andy..." I started.
"Yeah?"
"The other guys didn't hear me did they?" I asked.
"Nope. Just me." He smiled.
I sighed in relief
"Good and don't you dare fucking tell them."
"I won't.."
"Good, Now I'm off to bed. I have school tomorrow morning, do you know who's gonna take me?" I asked.
"Uh I'll make sure someone can. I can't because I'm meeting up with an old friend of mine." He said.

'Old friend, Or girlfriend?'

I must of said that out loud be accident because I heard Andy chuckle and say:
"An old friend, well he's my cousin."
"I-I didn't mean to say that out loud. But okay, someone let me know in the morning. Goodnight Andy."
I gave him a quick hug, then walked up the basement stairs, I walked across the living room where everyone was still asleep (Minus Andy and me).
I walked down the hall and padded up the stairs, I was basically a walking zombie at this point. The exhaustion just hit me like a giant wave in the sea. When I got into my room I didn't even close the door, I just face planted my bed and fell asleep instantly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I woke up to that annoying beeping sound. Groaning I started moving my hand around my bed side table, when I found my alarm clock I threw it against the wall and it shut right up. I was not in a good mood. Not at all.
Also I was still extremely tired because I kept waking up in the night for no reason. Being tired and moody is never a good combination. Let's just see how this day goes..

I rolled out of my bed and shuffled over to my wardrobe, It took me a while to pick something out because most of my favourite clothes are in the wash because they are covered in blood.
The joys of being beat up every day.

Once I finally choose something I made my way over to my half-bathroom. I got dressed and did my usual make-up except I added some lipstick for the first time in 2 years. (Morgan's outfit and make-up: http://www.polyvore.com/morgan3/set?id=95754345 ). I then started on my hair, I really needed to dye it again. The purple has almost completely turned into a pastel pink. Maybe I'll pick some up hair dye after school. That's if I don't get beat up to bad today.. I did my hair into a simple mid-way up ponytail.
Once I was finished getting ready I looked into the mirror. I cringed tears while looking at the reflection. My nose was blue, black and purple, I had a really dark grey bruise around my jaw, my right eye was different shades of grey and the left corner of my lip was pure blue. I really need to buy some make up to cover all of this, I didn't have any because I don't like the idea of covering up your face like that. But right now, that's all I want to do.

I left my half-bathroom while wiping my small flood of tears away. I set my pyjamas on the end of my bed, picked up my iPhone and then left my bedroom. I walked down the stairs and to my surprise I saw Ashley, sitting there watching TV.
'Fuck, I wanted to go to the basement and play for an hour. God dammit.'
"Hey Ash, what the fuck are you doing awake at 5AM?" I asked while sitting down in the single chair.
"Well I'm taking you to school today so I got up early." He replied.
"But I don't leave until 7.."
"Then why are you awake?" He questioned.
"Because I woke up at 4 and figured there was no point in going back to sleep." I lied.
"Fair point." He shrugged his shoulders. Then he turned his attention back to the TV.
I looked over at the other side of the room to see an acoustic guitar, 'He wouldn't mind if I played it would he?' I asked myself.

After 5 minuets of thinking about it I deicide to ask him.

"Hey Ash.." I started.
"Yeah?"
"You don't mind if I play that guitar do you?" I mumbled, pointing to it.
"No, go ahead. I actually want to see you play it, other than that night with the bet I've never seen you play guitar."
"Alright." I smiled and walked over to the guitar. I took it off its stand and then sat back down in my chair again.
I started strumming away doing random cords and did some little stupid solos, that sounded pretty bad because I was using an acoustic.

I felt that rush of happiness again. The happiness I get from guitar which was way more better then the feeling I get from cutting or burning..

Ashley kept smiling over at me, telling me how talented I was and how I belong in a band, apparently he can 'sense' it. I don't even know what drug Ash has been taking;)...

Before I knew it, it was 6:45 and I still needed to have breakfast. I decided on toast with some nutella, because nutella is amazing. Once I finished breakfast I walked back to see Ash standing there with my backpack.
"You might want these." Ash said handing me over my bag.
"Yeah, thanks Purdy." I put the backpack over my shoulder.
"Right then, let's go." He smiled.
"Okay." I sighed.

'Time for hell. Once again..'

Notes

1,000 words.
Alright that's alot xD

Well here's a long filler. I'm kinda suffering from procrastination right now so uh... Yeah.
I have alot planned for the next few chapters and there's going to be alot of DRAMA.
Things are going to happen, storeys are going to be revealed and people are gonna get hurt, physically and mentally.
I'm sorry this chapter is boring.. I'm not feeling the very greatest either, I have a headache ;~;

Love you guys.
xx
~FlareOfTheDevil~