My Saviour.

~*~*~Morgan's POV~*~*~

I woke up too an annoying beeping sound, knowing what it meant I groaned loudly and tried to roll over but couldn't. I realised someone's arms were wrapped tightly around me, stopping from me moving. I opened one eye and was met with two striking blue eyes staring at me.
"Morgan, come on let's get up." Andy said, stretching his arms above his head.
I sighed and sat up, I was still in the clothes I was wearing last night and I really couldn't be bothered to search my closet for another outfit. So without a word I got out of Andy's bed and shuffled out of the room and into my own. I really wasn't in the mood for anything right now. I was feeling really depressed, I missed Cam so fucking much and it was killing me inside.

When I got into my room I stumbled over to my vanity-desk and picked up my hairbrush, right now my hair was just a giant purple fluffball so when I brushed it out my hair went super curly and wild. I didn't care. I also didn't bother with make-up at all. Next I went over to the opposite side of my room and laced back up my studded Dc.Martins. After that I grabbed my phone, left my room and padded down the stairs.

Once I was downstairs I saw Andy sitting in the living room watching TV he was also wearing the same as yesterday. When he noticed me he smiled at me, but when he saw me not smiling back he gave me a concerned look.
"What's up?" Andy frowned.
"Guess.." I muttered sadly.
He gave me a sad smile before getting off the couch and walking over to me, pulling me into a bear hug. He rested his chin on my head and swayed me from side to side gently, with his arms around my shoulders. I had buried my face into his shoulder.
About a moment later into the hug I let a tear slip out of my eye, but once one fell so did the rest, the flood of tears I had been holding in for quite some time.

"Morgan, it will be okay. I promise you it will be okay in the end. and I promise you I will be by your side until you get through this." Andy said in a soft tone after a while of me crying into his shoulder. He realesed me from the hug and dragged the pad of his thumb across my rosy cheek, wiping away any remains of tears.
"Thank you Andy. But I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that Cam's death is my fault." I sighed.
"You don't know that Morgan," Except I did.. "I'll drive you down to the bridge this weekend and you can look at his note okay?"
"Okay."
"You need to go get your backpack since we need to leave now."
I walked over to the front door and grabbed my backpack that sat on the door mat, then swung it over one shoulder. I also took my phone out of my pocket and put it in one of the side pockets of my backpack.

"Lets go." I sighed, not wanting to go anywhere.

I wonder what horrible things they will do to me today?

Notes

I'm pretty much breaking inside and I'm sorry. School has been bringing me down more than ever, so much work and expectations.
I know this is super short but the next chapter(s) will be filled with alot of drama so I will be looking forward to writing those.

Also.
40, 000 fucking views. I remember last night I started crying when I read that number. Thank you guys so fucking much I never thought my story would become this big, thank you so sos so so so much<3
I promise I will try super hard to update more but of course I can't say that I can.

I love you guys so fucking much like holy crap so much.

Never Give In, Never Ever Ever Back Down and We'll Brave This Storm Guys<3

~FlareOfTheDevil
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