The Saviors

Chapter 1

Teagan's P.O.V.

I woke up with a start, glancing around my room trying to reassure myself that what just happened and what I witnessed was only a dream, nothing more, if only that was true.

I glanced at my pale blue room, scanning the walls that had been keeping me comfort for as long as my memory serves. Past pictures of me with my friends, various posters of my favorite books, and some of my own artwork was what littered the walls.

I glance at my alarm clock and sighed, realizing that I had at least an hour before it was meant to go off which made it 4:30 in the morning. I climbed out of bed knowing that there was no way I could fall back asleep right now, and chose to take a shower to help calm myself down and get ready for school.

The hot water blasted over my cold skin warming me up and taking away the chill that had plagued me from my most current nightmare. Only it wasn't so much a nightmare as a memory, just warped and twisted nearly past recognition. The nightmare brought everything back to the surface that I try so hard to repress each and every day. The memories that I posses even though I don't want them and would do anything to take them away or just forget, but sadly they are etched into my brain as a permanent reminder of what I have been through.

It makes me question myself and wonder if somehow things could be different had my actions varied on that day a year ago. If somehow I had seen the symptoms earlier or known what was going to occur and called 911 a little bit sooner. Maybe, just maybe I wouldn't be waking up to what seemed to be an empty house and have to sit through another awkward breakfast with my mother before I headed off to a place I currently hated, school. I knew none of that was true because no matter my actions that day he would have left this world shorty, it was only a matter of time.

Cancer has a funny way of changing your view on time, it makes it so much more valuable and yet fly by so fast.

It was two years ago that my father had been diagnosed with the disease that would later kill him, but it felt as if I was sitting in the hospital only yesterday receiving the news that would ultimately change my life. I could still smell the scent of hand sanitizer, picture the patients walking around, and feel the briskness in the air that came with sickness or death.

The doctor was kind, but what else could you expect when he was having to tell a 15 year old girl her father had a rare cancer that currently had no cure. He was probably in his thirties with dark black hair that swooped down and nearly covered his ocean blue eyes. He had a gentle smile with a deep soothing voice, and any other day I would have been gawking at how handsome he was, but at the time I couldn't bring myself to care.

I stepped out of the shower and dried the remaining water off of my skin before going to pick out my clothes for the day. Dark blue skinny jeans, a black shirt with lace as the backing, a worn leather jacket, and combat boots was my outfit of the day.

Now don't get me wrong I'm not emo or anything, I normally don't even wear black but at school I do. It acts almost like armor for me, shielding me away from everyone, protecting me and making me feel safe.

At home or if I'm going out I usually put on something a little more colorful, heck sometimes I even wear a skirt if I want to, it's just at school I hide who I am hoping to go unnoticed. I don't want to make friends or have people take notice of me, I'm through with friendship for a while because I learned that even if someone says they are your friend and will be there for you no matter what, they don't mean it and will run at the first sign of trouble. To find real friendship is rare in this day and age and its something I have given up hope on finding, realizing that I just have terrible luck in life.

I quickly went over and brushed my hair straightening a few pieces here and there because even if I don't want to be noticed I'm still going to look good. Once my chocolate brown hair was managed I added a light coat of mascara to help enhance my deep hazel eyes that seemed to have an aged look to them, as if you could tell I had already been through much more in my short life than most adults.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance I made my way down stairs and found what I wanted for breakfast, which consisted of a granola bar and a glass of chocolate milk. Yes you heard right I said chocolate milk, I'm absolutely in love with it, and no it is not just for little children, us teenagers can enjoy it too, maybe even adults.

The sound of soft footsteps on the wooden floor behind where I was standing alerted me to my mother's presence, and that I would get to see her before she went off to work as a secretary for some hotshot corporate Vice President for a company I have never known of before she started working there.

"Morning Teagan did you sleep well?" she asked walking over to the coffee pot and beginning to make her morning dose of caffeine in a cup.

"Fine," I answered in a small tired voice. I didn't want to worry her with my problems, or how I haven't gotten a good nights sleep in months, my mom was just starting to be happy again. I took in her appearance and saw she was wearing a knee length black pencil skirt, a bright red blouse, and a pair of matching black heels with her hair pulled back into a professional looking ponytail. Overall she looked good, better than I had seen her in months and she had this new sparkle in her eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time, but I wasn't sure where it was from.

"That's good sweetie. I'm off to work now, and remember I won't be home until late tonight, I have to stay after and attend a meeting with my boss. I left you some money to buy dinner so you can order some pizza or Chinese food if you want. Have a good day at school, I love you Teagan, text me when you get home so that I know you are safe," she finished grabbing her keys and headed out the door.

I fought the urge to cry as she left me alone and the silence of an empty house filled me once again, an I wished that things were different.

I wiped away a lone year that had fallen down my cheek then went to put up my dirty dishes from breakfast.

Once done I left to go to my car that was parked out front, a hunter green Ford F-150, that perfectly fit my style. I started the truck, loving to hear it purr beneath my feet, and made the journey to school. All the way putting up armor around my heart and making my face turn into the cold emotionless expression I needed to use in order to survive the day.

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Okay there was chapter 1! 

I know it's probably short and isn't my best work but I wanted to give some background on Teagan and her everyday life she lives.

I know there were no One Direction boys, but trust me there will be soon just be a little patient with me.

I hope you liked it and as always, 

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Maegan <3