The Girl Behind The song 'Saviour'

Casey's P.O.V

"Casey, wake up." Morgan whispers.

"Why?"

"I don't know, school." She responds.

"What's the use going to school; I mean who am I no one will miss me."

Morgan rips the sheets from my body and a anger expression is on her facade. "I know how you-."


I pulled myself up crossing my arms. "Morgan you never and I mean ever been called stupid names, you were never pushed into a locker. You were prom queen and the most popular girl at school. How do you know how I feel huh?"


She sighs and walked out. "I will be at work, call me if you need anything." I pulled my blankets right up to my body.


I just want to wake up and be normal, but even for me normal is overrated. Just because I wear black and listen to people screaming I am consider a freak.

I was never intend to feel this way, the way I do.


Morgan always had it easy. I don't blame her she is pretty blonde, and have the most amazing taste in well life. Everything she does is perfect. Never mean and never said a bad word to anyone.

Why can't I be like her?

I grab my phone and plug in my earphones blasting Pierce The Veil bulls in the bronx.

I fell into a deep oblivion as Vic sings me once again to sleep.

Andy's P.O.V


"God I am so tired." I groan crashing on the sofa. Its been three months of touring and it feels I had enough. But I can't.. The fans need us. The army need us.

"Fan mail!" Jon our manager yells like a little girl. He plunged the fan mail bag on the sofa and head back out.


"I will take care of that tomorrow." I say walking back to my bunk. Bed I need you now!

~5 hours later~


I woke up with a dry throat and a pizza craving. Jeez. The bus is quiet. Everyone a sleep. I jumped out of my bunk getting a glass of coke and a left over pizza.


"Maybe I should watch some TV." I suggest to myself. I crash back on the sofa reaching for the remote when the fan mail caught my attention.


I seize five from the bag and begin to read. The last one was just a plain white envelope saying our names. Nothing else.

Odd.

I open up the letter and begin to read.


You get many letters, saying thank you. And what I want to say is thank you for not saving my life once again.....

My eyes begin to water as the letter fell next to me. Who is this fan, God I feel terrible.


I need to find this fan and tell this person I am sorry for not being with them. Its not our fault but still this burden is now on me and the band and we have to lift it, we have to lift this fan from pain and suicide.

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