The 5 And Only

Chapter 13

Morgan's POV

***beep, beep, beep***  I threw my hand on my alarm clock turning it off. I'm honestly surprised that clock isn't completely broken yet because I absolutely HATE the sound of alarm clocks I don't know why I just always have and every morning I smash it with my hand plus I've had it for about 2 years now. Well actually it's not just the sound of my alarm clock, I just naturally hate mornings. I mean I should be happy it's morning because then I know it's another day until I'm out of hell a.k.a. school and it's also another day I'm still breathing. I guess there's more reasons to hate morning than like it though, in my opinion. Sorry just my very small rant about mornings, but I'm going to have to deal with it for the rest of my life so I better suck it up. Anyway it's 6:00 sadly, time to get ready for school. I dragged my self out of the warm comfort of my bed, grabbed a towel, then headed to the shower.

I was now just isolated in the bathroom. I did my normal routine of putting music on on my iPod then getting undressed and stepping into the hot water of the shower. Through the glass door I stood behind, I could see the cracked mirror. Throughout the shower I pondered how to fix the mirror. Someone is bound to see it and ask questions sooner or later. I questioned asking Brooke or Gavin, but they couldn't really do much to fix it.

By the middle of my shower I realized I haven't sang in forever. I used to sing ALL the time. My parents and Mike thought something was wrong with me if I wasn't singing around the house. I smiled at the thought. I guess things just changed when mom died. She used to sing Mike and I asleep every night, I inherited her beautiful voice when it came to singing. Mike had a little bit of it but he wasn't that good but since he loved music so much he decided to learn the guitar so he was still involved with it. Whenever Mike did sing it would just be for fun and goofing around. Although with me I took it seriously, I mean I still ALWAYS goofed around, but I saw it as being a legit career when I grew up. Oh boy I had such dreams when I was little. I dreamt of singing Time Square on New Years singing my mom's version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It was the full vision of what I thought I would look like when I was 18, a gigantic stage, confetti falling down, the perfect amount of sparkling lights, just the microphone and I in the front of the stage, a midnight blue cocktail dress with rhinestones all smashed  together at the top then slowly becoming less and less and smaller and smaller as it reached the bottom, that paired with a midnight blue leather jacket and midnight blue pumps really making the rhinestones pop so it looked like stars twinkling in the night sky. I wold be able to look at Mike, my mom, and my dad throughout the whole song since there wasn't any choreography onl glancing at the crowd occasionally. By mid-song they would all have tears in their eyes, my parents realizing their baby girl is chasing her dreams and is growing up to be the girl they always hoped she would be. My brother being extremely proud his little sister accomplished so much and was there for her every step of the way.

I snapped out of my fantasy realizing I began to shed a tear. It was a happy tear though, I was doing what I loved and the people I love were there with and for me. I wiped it way smiling at my thoughts then my iPod came to the recording of Mike playing the guitar to mom's song. I immediately began to sing along.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, shining in the sky so far. Lighting up your darkest nights, different shades of glowing whites.

Life may be hard right now, darling, but I swear it will get better some how. Follow that star, the brightest one in the sky, and remember, it will shine the way in your life.

Then someday baby girl, I will be that star. That Twinkling Twinkling Little Star, shining in the sky so far. Lighting up even your darkest night, a bright shade of glowing white.

Look up at me baby, and I'll be watching down on you. Your every move, everything you do, watching you shine, more dazzling than any star in this sky. I promise you I'm never gone. I'm that Twinkling Twinkling Little Star.

The song came to an end and I stepped out of the shower and turned my iPod off. When I was little I didn't understand what she meant by that song, but now I understand it completely. I just wonder how long she struggled with her depression. If it was before Mike and I were even born, maybe it was after Mike was born, or when I was born. God only knows. There isn't a day I don't think of my mom though, she was the one who made me as strong as I am now even though I didn't know her that long. Every night after she died, Mike and I would go outside and find the brightest star and say that's mommy watching down on us from Heaven. I feel so guilty though because we haven't done that in two years. Maybe it was time to start again.

Just as it usually is after my showers, the clock read 6:30. I put my robe on and walked downstairs to eat some breakfast while my mirror unfogged. I walked down to the kitchen careful not to make too much noise. I was always alone getting ready in the morning. Mike offered even though he graduated, but I told him to enjoy sleeping in everyday. When I entered the kitchen Harry was sitting on the counter, shirtless in boxers, eating Fruity Pebbles. "Hey what are you doing up?" I asked more startled than I wanted it to sound. "Your singing woke me up." He responded taking another spoon of cereal. "Oh I'm so sorry I didn't think it was that loud, sorry." I apologized. "No, no it's okay. It was absoulutley beautiful don't be sorry I loved hearing it. Besides I was mostly awake anyway." Harry spoke. "Thanks I'm glad you liked it." I smiled. "What song was that?" He asked as I began scrambling for my own bowl, spoon, and cereal. "Um, it was a song my mom used to sing to Mike and I before she...passed." I murmered. "Oh well it was amazing. I haven't heard you sing in a long time" Harry slurred taking another spoonful. "Yeah things have been different I guess." I replied leaning on the counter next to Harry eating my Coco Pebbles.

Harr'y POV

I was trying to keep our conversation going but it was kind of hard. I want to ask her what's been different, but I don't want to get anoying or say the wrong thing. Oh gosh I'm panicking. "Different how?" I asked trying not to sound pushy. She smiled. Is that a good thing. Of course it is, it has to be since she smiled. "Thanks for pretending like you care Harry but it's okay." That was all she said before putting her dish in the sink and walking out giving me no time to tell her I did care. Great now she doesn't think I care. This just sucks.

I got to look at Morgan's knuckles though and surley enough they were scabbed over. I also noticed something else about Morgan...she keeps trying to hide the front of her legs and her arms. I mean I have no clue what the real story is, but that was the first thing I noticed about my self-harming friend then a few days later I asked about it and yes indeed, she cut herself.

You don't even know how much I DO NOT want to think that but I've got to keep my mind open. Plus she's been more closed and less like herself. It just makes me want to break down and cry. Every time the guys and I came home Morgan wouldn't leave us alone she wanted to do absolutly everything we did now she is mostly avoiding us unless we ask her come somewhere with us somewhere. I'm determined to find it out when I hang out with her Wednesday which luckily is tomorrow. I want her to be completley open with me, I don't even know how her mom died and I never see her dad so is Mike raising her? I'll find out tomorrow right now I need to sleep though.

I walked upstairs and crawled back into my bed and I was happy I got my mind clear enough to fall asleep.

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