Awakening Demons/ Michael Clifford

Vision

Morgan's pov
After the guys left we both went to sleep. His arm wrapped around my waist as he kissed the top of my head. I still couldn't see which was very frustrating.

Suddenly I felt Michael leave and someone else in the room. Whoever it was sat next to me on the bed. I sat up only to have them push me back down. I felt them grab both of my hands and tie them together with rope and lay them on my stomach.

I started to scream but they stuffed a rag in my mouth. I felt tears start going down my cheeks.

I felt them lay their hand over both my eyes and stay there for a minute before taking them off. I could see again. I barely got a glimpse of my mother before she disappeared.

I kicked and screamed through the rag.

Michaels pov
When I walked through the door I heard screaming and crying. I set the pizza down on the table and went to Morgan's room.

"Oh my god" I whispered. I crossed the room and sat next to her.

"Who did this to you?" I asked untying her wrists.

She pulled the rag out of her mouth and threw her arms around me. Morgan continued to cry on my shoulder while I played with her hair and whispered in her ear.

"It's my m-mom" she finally said.

"Sweetheart what did I tell you? It can't be your mom"

"Then how come I can see? I can see you right now and I saw my mom" she yelled.

"You can see?" I asked.

"Yes your wearing a green day shirt. My mom was here. She made me see again"

I tried processing her words but it didn't make sense. Her mother is dead.

"What was that?" She asked quickly and looked at the door.

"It's nothing Morgan" I said.

"That wasn't nothing. What was that?" she yelled running to the door.

I slammed it shut before she got it open all the way. She was stuck in between me and the door.

"Who came here and don't bull shit me and say your mom. She's dead Morgan face it. You need accept that she died" I yelled.

She slid down the door and curled her knees against her chest. I instantly regretted yelling at her like that.

"Well I can't" she spat before turning around and opening the door. I let her this time and after a minute of silence I rushed out of the room.

The bathroom door was locked. I heard crying from inside. I pounded on the door over and over again. I could feel my heart breaking.

This hurt me more than it hurt her. She was in there hurting herself and I was stuck out here. I was the reason. I yelled at her and reminded her of her mom. Deaths are hard to accept especially when it's someone you saw everyday and we're use to seeing.