kidnapped by one direction

CHAPTER 27

A/N I WOKE UP TO 63 NOTIFICATIONS ON DECEMBER 15TH 2014 K

Morgan's Perspective
ANOTHER WEEK LATER HAHA

Half of the worlds time is wasted on not doing anything that's actually useful in this world. But, you know why people do these useless things? Because they only live once, and why not spend time doing stuff that doesn't even matter when you have the chance, because you'll never be able to go back.

But you know, it's kind of hard to do these useless things when you are undeniably unhappy. You can't; you just simply cannot, because if you do, you wouldn't have fun. Therefore, my life isn't full of useless things, of course; my life is useless, so I guess that counts.

I frowned. I always frowned; it's like a permanent picture placed on my lips, it won't be able to go away, it'll never change because I don't have an eraser. So, I frowned, looking at Kojak. I want to know what it's like to be a cat, to just roam around the room freely, being cuddled and held by your owners, not being forgotten. But unfortunately, I'm a human; and I have to face the tough parts in life, even if it does seem like it'll go on forever.

I hugged my knees to my chest. I wonder why people do that. Does it make them feel safe, cradling them in their arms, hugging their knees tightly, why do people do that? I'm not sure.

I sighed, blinking my eyes numerous times as tears formed in my eyes. I miss Niall. Why do we get that feeling in our heart, missing someone who isn't near you, missing their presence? Why can't humans just not miss people?

I leaned back on the couch, thinking about life. What would I be doing if I had another life, if I wasn't outside the day I got kidnapped? Would I be happy? Would I be dead? What would I be doing?

I gulped, and picked up my phone. No texts, no calls, nothing. I was lonely, not even any of the band members would say hi. I slapped my phone down on the couch, letting each tear fall from my eye. I've been so lonely, nobody to talk to, nobody to laugh with, I'm just a forever alone freak.

The fans barely even interact with me.

I wiped a tear from my eye. Why can't life be fair, why can't everyone be happy, why can't we have peace? Why can't their be no deaths, no suicides, nobody hurting themselves , nobody sad? Why can't we simply have this stuff? How come we can afford the stupid things in life, like six two million dollar houses, when all that money could have went to something that's actually important? Why can't we simply have what most of us want, instead of having the stupid things in this life?

Our world is fucked up, more than ever.

• • •

"Hey, it's you again," a male voice calls out. I whip around, my eyes meeting the same pair of brown eyes as I saw a week ago. I smiled a fake smile, weakly. He jogged over to me, and stopped in front of me.

"Hey," I croaked. I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to do anything out in public. I was simply getting groceries, and I had to run into someone.

The guy squinted his eyes at me, "You look kind of pale, are you okay?"

No, I'm not okay, but I simply say with a large fake smile, "Yes. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" he asks, clasping a hand around my wrist, but immediately took it away, "You don't look good, are you sure you're fine?"

I nod slowly, "I'm perfectly okay, see?" I let a large fake smile overlap my lips. The boy shook his head, "You're not okay, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," I lie, biting down on my bottom lip, "I just threw up before I came, I think I'm sick."

"Oh," the boy frowned, "I hope you get better."

I nodded, and decided to change the subject, "What's your name?"

"I'm Kane," Kane says. I tilt my head, "Like candy cane?"

Kane smiled, "My name has a K not a C, Morgan." I nodded, "Oh, okay, well I'm still calling you Candy Cane. Wait, how do you know my name."

"My little sister," he says, pursing his lips, "She's obsessed with One Direction."

I half smiled at him, "That's cool, I'll be sure to get her their autograph."

"That'd be great," Kane says, and checks his phone. He frowned, "I'd better get going, I'm gonna' get in trouble if I'm not back yet."

"Bye," I mumble quietly. He waved, then jogged off. Suddenly, I got cold, and the lonely presence came back to me.

• • •

Niall's POV

"I miss her," I mumble, looking over at Liam. Liam sighed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "I miss her too, but it's better off not to think of her, as for we still have like, five months left of tour."

I wiped a tear from my eye, "She's probably really upset that I haven't called or texted."

"It's fine, Niall." Liam says, "She'll think that you're super busy."

"What about that fact that I have another girl to keep my mind off her? I'm not like, dating the other girl, I'm just hanging out with her to get my mind off Morgan. What if she hears about it?" I gulp. "What if she thinks I'm cheating, and breaks up with me?"

"She knows you wouldn't ever do that," Liam assures me. Suddenly a thought sparked in my mind, the one that's way worse than the others. I turned to Liam, wide eyes.

"What if she started to hurt herself again?"

• • •

Okay, this brought me to something. If any of you cut, starve, purge, any of it. . . please stay strong. You're all beautiful, and don't deserve any of it. I know what it's like to feel disgusted about yourself. I know what it's like to cut. I know what it's like to get lied to. I know what it's like to get your heart broken. I know all of it. But it'll get better, I promise you. There's always a light at the end of your tunnel, no matter how long it is, there always will be a light. You guys are all so beautiful, so amazing, so talented, be happy. You need to put the blade down. Eat the food. Walk away from the toilet. You need to be healthy little earthlings. No matter how hard it is, please do those things. And please, look in the mirror, and smile, for real, and think about the good things about you, even if it is really hard, please just try. I'd hate to see you sad. Please stay strong, and please stay healthy, and alive.

If you need to talk about things, just let it out here in the comments, I won't judge, and hopefully nobody else will.

I love you all, and care so so so so much about you all.