My Saviour.

It's now 1AM and I'm just laying in bed unable to sleep, like usual. I rolled over onto my stomach and reached over to my bedside table for my phone. Once I had my phone in my hands I unlocked it and started checking for any new messages or calls on news about Cam. No matter how many times I've been told, I will never believe the fact that Cam is dead. I'll always believe that they made a mistake with who it was. I'm sure more then 1 person in America is called Cam.
But as usual I had no texts or missed calls from anyone. I sighed and put my phone back onto my night stand.

I started to think of ways that might make me feel better. Other then cutting and guitar I could only think of one other thing..
Back at the orphanage I would always go on walks to clear my mind, which most of the time they did.

I decided that's what I would do, so I rolled out of bed and wandered over to my closet. Even though no one would be out at 1AM on a Monday morning, I still wanted to look half decent just in case..
After a minuet of deciding what to wear I finally choose something. (Morgan's outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=99811832)
I slipped out of my pyjamas and into the clothes I picked out. Next I walked over to my mirror, brushed out my hair and put in some single flared tunnels. After that I put on some gloves and a bracelet (I already had foundation coving up my wrists.). Once I had on my gloves I walked over to my bedside table and got my phone which had my Pierce The Veil case onto it. I put it in my front pocket. Finally I got out my black and white studded DMs and shoved them on my feet, tying up the laces.

I walked out of my room, only to be greeted by a loud laugh coming from down stairs. I guess they are still awake and there was no way in hell I could get out the front without being caught. I went back into my room and shut the door behind me.
For what ever reason I decided to glance over at my window and an idea suddenly popped into my head. My window was right next a large tree that has an ancient broken tree house in it, if I opened up my window I could easily hop out of it and land on a branch. Then I could climb down the tree and boom. Freedom.
Before I went ahead with my plan I got out my note book and found an empty page. I didn't really want to scare the shit out of Andy thinking I was kidnapped or something, so I wrote a quick note saying:

'Went out, be back soon.

~Morgan.'

I left the notepad on my bed and went over to my window. I unhooked the latch and slid the window up. I sat down on the window seal and swung my legs out the window. With a slight push and a 'hmph' sound, I jumped out of the window and landed on a think branch of the tree. After landing I began descending the overly large tree.

Once at the bottom of the tree I sprinted over to the side walk I had to sprint because the guys would be able to see me easily from the living room window which was just a wall of glass really...

After successfully getting past the house without getting noticed, I started to causally stroll down the path, heading towards the park I always pass on the way to school.

After a 5 minute walk I come across the park that is normally jam packed with 5 year olds wildly running around playing tag, but right now it lay abandoned. Probably due to the fact that it's 1 in the morning. It was dark here, except from the little warm orange glow coming from the lamppost on the other side of the street. But that was okay for me because I loved the dark, it gave me comfort for what ever reason.

I let out a small sigh and headed over to the swings. Once I got to them I sat down and randomly decided to sing, I have no idea why but I just felt like it. But I only wish I noticed the figure next to me.

"You're not in this alone
Let me break this awkward silence
Let me go, go on record
Be the first to say I'm sorry
Hear me out,
And if you take me down
Or would you lay me out
And if the world needs something better
Let's give them one more reason now.

We walk in single file
We light our rails and punch our time
Ride escalators colder than a cell

This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here" I sung, but had to stop because the tears were chocking up my words.
Skylines and Turnstiles was Cam's favourite song...

"You're a really good singer, You should be in a band some day." A random voice said. It was a deep voice, not Andy deep, but still deep.

I looked over to my left to see a boy, not much older than me, sitting there with a warm smile on his face. He had black hair and hazel eyes. To put it blunt: he was hot. Very very hot. In his ears he had ear stretchers, not much bigger than mine. He also had lip piercings. But the weird thing was he was wearing the type of jackets that jocks at my school wore..

"Thanks.." I mumbled unsure what to do in this situation.
"That's alright." He smiled, then pulled out a packet of cigarettes along with a lighter. "Want one?"
"Please." I smiled back. I used to smoke back at the orphanage it would help with the stress I was put under. But I haven't smoked since that night Andy found me, which was well over 3 months ago now.

The boy put a cigarette in his mouth and then set it alight with the lighter. I took one out of the box and he handed me his lighter, thanking him I lit the cigarette and then took a long drag from it.
"I'm Christopher by the way. But please call me Chris." The boy, or Chris, said.
"I'm Morgan." I offered my hand out for him to shake, he kindly shook it.
"So what are you doing out here at 1 in the morning?" He asked.
"I couldn't sleep.. Just wanted some air I guess."
"Same." He sighed.

After that we sat in comfortable silence, smoking and swinging gently on the swings. The silence was ruined when my phone went off, blasting Chelsea Grin.
"Awesome band." Chris mumbled as I went to pick it up.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"MORGAN WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK AND YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ANSWERING YOUR TEXTS." Andy yelled, making me wince.
"Andy. Calm your tits, I'm okay. I'll be back in a little while alright? I just wanted some air."
"Fine, it's just don't scare me like that.."
"I didn't mean too.. I'll see you in a bit. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and put it back into my pocket.

"Who was that?" Chris asked.
"My brother." I smiled at calling Andy that.
"Did someone not tell their big brother they were going out?" He teased.
"Oh shut up!" I playfully pushed him, "But I probably should head back.."
"May I walk you?"
"Sure." I said stubbing out my cigarette.
We both got off the swings and started heading back the way I came.

"So what school do you go to?" I asked while kicking at the rocks on the ground.
"Ridgeway, what about you?"
I smiled at him, "I'm the same. Are you a senior?"
"Nope, Junior. I got held back a year so I'm already 17."
"How come I've never seen you around?"
"I haven't been able to talk to you because of who I'm friends with.." He sighed.
"Oh.. Who do you hang around with?"
He seemed hesitant to tell me, "Uhh.. Brad."

That's when it clicked. He was friends with Shannon's boyfriend... I've seen him hanging around with them before. So that means Shannon's boyfriend is called Brad right?

"Wait. Is his girlfriend called Shannon?" I asked.
"Yup." He said popping the 'p'.
"Then why are you being so nice to me if you're friends with him, he hates me.." I raised an eyebrow.
"I don't like him that much and I don't think they should bully you like that. I'm only friends with him because I want to fit in if I was completely honest. I want to be like you, you know? Wearing what you want, having your hair how you want, being who you want." Chris mumbled while looking at the ground.
I stopped walking and he followed my actions.
"Listen to me." I lifted his head so he was forced to look at me. "You can be who the fuck you want. You don't have to 'fit in'. Those guys are dicks but you're not.. They don't deserve you. If you want you can stick with me. Come to school tomorrow wearing whatever you want to wear, meet up with me and we can face the school together. As long as we're together, no one can touch us."
"You're right Morgan. I'll come in tomorrow wearing my band merch and eyeliner. Just as long as we stick together, we'll be fine." He smiled at me.
I smiled back.
"Oh and Morgan," Chris said as we turned down onto my street, "I know we just met but I'm pretty sure we'll become close friends in the future."
"Of course we will." I agreed.

We continued walking down the street until we got to my house. When Chris noticed I had stopped, he stood dead in his tracks.
"Is this your house?" He said sounds surprised.
"Yeah why?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I live right opposite you." He grinned.
"Well that's awesome!" I grinned back, "I'll see ya tomorrow." I turned around, about to step up onto my decking until I hear Chris yell:
"WAIT. Can I have your phone a sec?"
"Uh. Sure?" I said, walking back over to him, handing him my phone.
He opened up my contacts and started typing something.
"Text me when you get in so I can have your number, okay?" He asked, giving me my phone back.
"Sure, now I really have to get back in before Andy starts to panic again."
"Okay, see you Morgan."
"See you Chris."
And with that we both turned in opposite directions and headed into our own homes.

Maybe there is still hope left for me?
Maybe I'm really not alone.
I guess we'll see..

Notes

So.
It's been a while. I've been dealing with SO much in the past week or two. Things are SLOWLY getting better.
But school is being a pain in the ass, Like I have an assesment due tomorrow and I haven't even started it. (Whoops.)

Anywhore. I know this chapter isn't my best, but I'll try and make the next one better. I figured I should give Morgan some hope. I've got most of the story planned out in my head and even a possible sequel!
c:

I've missed you guys</3
Never Give In and We'll Brave This Storm.
xxx
~FlareOfTheDevil