Daydreaming is Free

by CaroloftheHells

THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SWAC it has Sterling Knight in it, though :) Sterling and Morrgie like each other-but their too different. He's a famous actor-and she's a normal girl. Morrgie's parents have had a car crash and died. Morrgie has all kinds of problems to deal with. Should Sterling risk himself and get into her life? Only rated T because of cutting and abuse :(

2. Silent Plea

Hey, You guys! This one was 11 and a half pages! I couldn't believe it! anyways, hope you enjoy! R&R Please, or I won't continue to give you the chapters :) lol

Chapter 2 Silent Plea

MORRGIE'S POV

I wake up with a moan. What day is it?

I slowly count up to today in my sleepy head.

Friday. Awesome, the weekend.

I know I should probably be excited like other kids that school's out for a couple days, but I'm not.

The reason is because I'm home all day-alone with my Aunt Sarah and Uncle Spike.

You see, my uncle abuses me, and it's a good opportunity for him to go out and drink, then come back and hit me for no reason at all. He also hits me in the mornings, before I can go anywhere.

Now, I squint at my wrists. They are healing a bit, but I'm still going to have to wear long sleeves today.

I swing my legs over the side of my bed into my waiting slippers and sigh. I get up slowly and walk to my closet. On the way there, I look in the mirror and cringe. My light blonde and blue hair looks like one huge knot and my brown eyes have dark circles beneath them.

My disheveled state gives me a sudden idea. I could give myself a make-over.

I sit down on the carpet in front of my full length mirror and get my make-up out. I dab on foundation, then put on some dark eyeshadow. I sit back and look at my reflection, sucking in a shocked breath.

Next, I move on to mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick. By the time I'm done, I look like a full-blown goth (which,by the way, is the point).

I get up and get out my school uniform. Slipping it on, I glance at my bruises in the mirror. None of the very serious ones aren't visible.

Well, I guess the best I can do is a black hoodie.

When I finish putting that on, and doing my hair, I look at the clock. 6:30. I have to be at school in a few minutes!

On my way out the door my door, I grab a pair of black converse (they don't match, but when was the last time I cared?)

I tip-toe down the stairs, trying not to wake up my uncle.

In the kitchen, I grab a pop-tart and sit down by the door to put my shoes on.

I pot with a small flower planted inside of it sits on the counter. It's perfect except for one, withered petal. It reminds me of myself in a way. I'm okay on the outside, but on the inside, I'm falling apart.

"Leaving early?" I hear a voice say. I Look up and freeze with fear. It's Spike, and he doesn't look very happy.

"N-no-I'm late," I say quietly, my voice quivering.

"Yeah, sure," I hear him mutter under his breath. "Trying to get away from me, I see." He comes closer, his dreaded footsteps thudding closer, and closer...

I stand, ready to run at any cost. I shake my head furiously, although its true. I start to slowly back up as he comes even closer.

"Ah, ah, ah," he croons, shaking his finger in my face. "Don't be in such a hurry, stay a while," he says through clenched teeth.

He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it hard. I cringe and he pushes me against the wall, only squeezing me harder.

I feel tears come to my eyes when he whispers in my ear: "I'm gonna beat you so hard, your not going to be able to go to school today".

Then, I feel him give my shoulder one more squeeze, and suffer a snap, then pain course down my arm.

Okay, so maybe you don't understand ho strong this guy is. His arms are the size of both my thighs put together, and he's six-foot-six, which gives him an enormous advantage over my 5' 3 1/2" body with no muscles at all.

I cry out in pain, and he slaps me-hard-across the cheek, yelling "shut up!". Oh, that's gonna leave a mark...

I sink to the floor, cowering under his colossal frame. He hits me again, this time on my busted shoulder, making me whimper.

No more! My heart screams. "Stop, please!" I cry between sobs. He ignores my plea and continues hitting me.

Finally, he stops beating me, and leaves. I sit, trembling, until I feel consciousness slip out of my grasp.

STERLING'S POV I lean against my locker door as I see Brandon and Selena walk in my direction.

"Hey, guys," I greet them with a wave. They wave back with a "hey, Sterling!", then go to their individual lockers.

I'm really waiting for Morrgie, eager to know what she wanted to tell me.

I look down at my phone. It's nearly seven. She should be here by now.

"Looking for a special someone?" Selena asks, leaning over to me with a knowing smile Brandon, who is behind her, crosses his arms and mirrors her smile. I chuckle and playfully push her away. "Oh, you know..."

"Selena! Why are you hanging out with the loser?" comes Beaver's annoying voice. Selena ignores the latter comment, and wraps her arm around his waist, kissing him.

It's extremely sickening, I tell you. I think I'm gonna puke...

"Yeah! What are you doing?" asks Taylor, who's standing behind him.

Beaver turns to him with a commanding frown. "Shut up, stupid," he hisses.

Then, he pokes me in the chest. "Stay away from my girl, Sandmann," he says. I roughly push his hand away, then the bell rings.

All three walk away.

It's really hard when one of your best friends is dating the enemy.

I look around once more for morrgie, then turn and walk sadly to my class.

I wonder what happened to her... Is she sick?

I think I'm falling in love...

And that's why I can't focus in class today, I keep daydreaming about her. I know it sounds incrediblycheesy, but it's true.

I need to tell her-to tell her I like her, because the fact is strangling me, squeezing my neck harder and harder, until I can't breathe...

Then, the bell rings again, releasing me from my death. I breath deeply, then stand up and go out to the hall. Thank goodness, it was only a daydream!

I realize that Morrgie still isn't here yet. I come to the conclusion that she was probably abducted by aliens.

Wait, that's stupid, Sterling. What's wrong with you?

I look around the hall, then spot Beaver and Vampire bullying a girl with glasses. I can feel anger rising in my throat as I stomp over to him.

"Leave her alone, Beaver," I say, my hands forming fists at my sides.

Vampire raises his hand. "Ooh, and me!" he says stupidly.

Man, what a dip wad...

I roll my eyes and glare back at Justin.

"This happens to be none of your business, Sandmann, so if you'll excuse me-," he snaps, but I cut him off. "Um, yeah it would be, because last time I checked, this is my hall."

Beaver explodes. "Don't mess with my business, Sandmann!" he yells, punching me in the gut. It wasn't a bad punch, but enough to make me double over.

I pull my fist back, then hit him hard in the face. He stumbles back, his hand on his nose.

Our principal walks over and breaks it up.

Beaver goes with him to his office, and I hear later that he's suspended from school for a few days (honestly? a few days?! What kind of Principal do we have?)

Now, as I sit in my limo, my thoughts, once again, turn to Morrgie. I suddenly decide to call her.

I dial her number, which I know by heart (I memorized it in my free time-and I know that sounds utterly stalkish, but... I'm entirely devoted to getting together with her), and listen to it ring while I wait for her to pick up.

"Hello?" comes a weak voice. I barely recognize it, but I know it's Morrgie.

"Hey, Morrgie! It's Sterling-from school-are you okay?" I ask.

She pauses. "Yeah."

"Why weren't you at school today? Are you sure your okay? You sound tired."

"I was...sick," she says with a cough. She then changes the subject. "What did I miss at school?"

I raise my eyebrows, then say: "Well, nothing, 'cept I got punched by Beaver."

I hear her gasp at the other end, just imagining her cute expression. I get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

"Oh my... are you okay?" she demands gently.

I sigh. "Yeah, I guess. I punched him back, and he got a nosebleed and suspended for a few days..."

"Days? A few days? Really?" She scoffs. "That's stupid."

"I know! That's what I said!"

There's a small, awkward pause.

"Hey, listen, Sterling...I need to talk to you about-"

I hear a loud masculine voice on the other line, then the dial tone.

What the heck just happened

MORRGIE'S POV

Spike stumbles in-he's been drinking again, I can smell the horrid smell on his clothes, and his eyes are glazed. He smells like he's been drenched in it.

He yells at me, and I jump a mile, dropping my phone somewhere on the floor.

Spike comes toward me and yanks my up off my bed. He looks really angry. Not good at all...

He grabs ne by my broken shoulder and drags me to my closet. I cringe in pain and tears come to my eyes. I bend away from his grip, but he only holds me tighter.

He throws me into the cramped closet and bars it with a chair (there's no lock on it), leaving me in total darkness.

The huge two-hundred-and-seventy pound man curses loudly at me as I sink to the floor, sobbing.

What have I done to deserve this? I'm only seventeen years old.

Tomorrow I will talk to Sterling. I'll tell him about everything. I have to...Spike is killing me.

I cry myself into a dream-filled sleep.

"Morrgie! Morrigian, wake up!"

I stir and rub my eyes. "Whaaaat?" I moan, squinting up at the person who had called me.

Holy nuggets! My eyes widen in disbelief as I realize who is standing in front of my eyes.

I-me...myself...it's me, only...different. I guess it's like I wasbefore the accident. The past me.

"Are you...me?" I ask, puzzled.

She nods silently, reaching her hand out to help me up.

I look to my right, and see a mirror hanging in the wall. I still have my goth make-up and school uniform on.

The past me is wearing my old clothes, the clothes I was wearing when we had the crash.

I wince as memories wash over me.

"You remember, don't you?" she asks me quietly.

I nod sadly.

She then leads me to the mirror, and I look at me reflection.

She continues. "Sterling misses the old you...the person he admired secretly. Please go back to that old Morrgie-before you lose him."

I shake my head. "How can I? Not with what I'm going through right now."

She puts her hand on my shoulder. "Don't give up on yourself-Spike will kill you, or you could lose Sterling-the most important person in your life right now," she says softly.

I sigh, giving in. "Your right...but how can I go back to the person I once was-you?"

She looks me in the eyes for a long time. "You'll know how when the time comes," she says simply, then starts to walk away.

"Wait!" I call after her. "Please tell!"

She just keeps walking, then mysteriously disappears...

I wake up breathing hard. I look around me. It's dark, so I'm assuming that it's might time.

I slowly stand up on my aching legs and try the door knob. It creeks open eerily, revealing an equally dark room. Spike must've drank too much to much and didn't block the door properly.

I walk out cautiously and go into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I start to feel confused. What had that dream meant?

My mind is whirling with un-answered questions-it's all too overwhelming.

I
reach down under the sink and feel my fingers wrap around a knife I had hidden under there the other day. Isigh and hold my arm over the sink as I make several cuts up and down my fore arm.

I feel tears come to my eyes s pain constricts my whole limb, from the pain in my shoulder, and my throbbing cuts.

I look back down at the blood on my arm and suddenly realize that the cuts are arranged to say "help me".

I sob and rest my arm on the counter as I wash the blood off.

Then, I go back to my room and crawl into bed. I pop an Ambien and fall asleep.

STERLING'S POV

At five-thirty in the morning, I wake up. It's a little too early to get up, so I just lie here, staring up at the dark ceiling.

Then, I begin to daydream about Morrgie.

Her soft blonde and blue hair, her pleasant brown eyes that make me melt into the floor every time I look at them.

The thing is, she's so clueless. She has no idea she's so beautiful-or that her beauty effects me the way it does. She's perfect-every bit of her.

But she's lost touch with the happy, bubbly person she was before, and it makes me wonder: can I I like (or love) her just as much?

Then, I snap out of my daydream, realizing that my stomach's rumbling loudly. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and look at the calender on the wall.

Praise the Lord, it's Saturday!

Today, there's a party at Brandon's house (his parents are out of town), and Scarlett and I are going.

I hop up and make my way down the long staircase to the kitchen (we have a really big house, so it takes me a little while to get there).

I go to the fridge and dig out a small apple sauce cup.

As I rip the seal off, and start to lick it (couldn't find a spoon...), my younger sister, Scarlett stumbles sleepily in.

"Morning, sunshine," I greet her, continuing to lick my apple sauce. "Good morning," she mumbles back.

She's obviously not a morning person, and normally I'm not either, but today I feel happy for some reason (I think all of us know what that reason is-but if you don't, sorry about your face).

"So, what's the plan today?" Scarlett asks, grabbing a box of cereal and a bowl. I shrug, happily licking the remains of my apple sauce out of it's cup.

Scarlett observes me, amused, for a while."Sterling, it's gone," she finally says, putting her hand on my shoulder. I freeze with my tongue still in the cup and smile sheepishly.

"I might ask Morrgie if she wants to come to the party tonight," I say, throwing my empty container away.

Scarlett smiles oddly at me. "So you finally got the courage to talk to her again, I see," she says. I look down at my feet. "Yeah...I did," I mumble with a shy smile. "We exchanged numbers, as well."

Scarlett giggles. "Your funny."

I chuckle. "I'm gonna take that as a compliment."

"Its also really cute that you like her," Scarlett continues.

"What? Psh! I-I don't like her!" I defend, rolling my eyes.

She narrows her eyes. "Oh, really?"

"Well-maybe just a little bit," I admit, averting my gaze. "But you have to promise you won't tell her."

She shrugs, chewing a bite of cereal.

"Promise."

She shakes her head defiantly.

"Promise you won't tell her!" I insist.

"Fine," she moans.

"Say it," I hiss, glaring at her.

She mocks me. "I promise!"

Just then, my fourteen-year-old brother, Spencer skateboards in with his ipod blasting Kelly Clarkson in his ears.

"Good morning," I say, knowing he can't hear me. He proceeds to skateboard out to the dining room. "Good morning, Shuga," I repeat with a smile.

He stops and pulls an ear bud out of his ear. "What?" he asks. I grin. Works every time. "I said 'good morning'."

He rolls his eyes and continues skateboarding.

All of us Knights have...odd...middle names-Spencer Shuga, Samantha Scarlett, and me, Sterling Sandmann. We all hate being called by our middle names (except Scarlett, of course. In her case, it's vice versa. Can't imagine why...). I have no idea what my mother was thinking...

Now, I sigh and tell Scarlett that I'm going up to my room to try calling Morrgie.

She gives me that weird smile again. Ugh, sisters.

It seems like I saw her wink at me-but that thought is just too bizarre to comprehend, so I shake my head.

In my room, I pull my iPhone off it's charger and dial and dial Morrgie's memorized number (I really think it's about time I put her on speed-dial!).

Finally, after the fifth ring, I hear a tired "hello?".

"Hey, Morrgie-did I wake you up?" I ask. Oh, snap, I hope I didn't...

"No, your fine." She giggles a little bit, some of her old self shining through. "I'm just laying in bed."

I smile.

"Hey, you helped me find my phone! I lost it yesterday when I was talking to you," she says.

"Your welcome," I say, chuckling. Then, I get to why I called her. "Hey, you wanna come with me to Brandon's casual party tonight? We could-you know-hang out."

I cross my fingers, hoping she'll say yes.

But to my surprise, she doesn't even hesitate. "Sure. I was already thinking about going; I love Brandon's parties...but can I meet you there? You don't have to pick me up."

"Okay, cool. Yeah, we can meet there, if that's what you want," I reply.

"Mkay-I'll see you then," She says

We hang up and I open up my closet. Almost immediately, a light pink button-up shirt pops out at me-literally.

"Wear it! Wear it!" I hear a familier voice tell me.

I sigh. "Scarlett!"

The shirt wiggled slightly and the voice hesitates. "I-I'm not Scarlett, I'm...you outfit planner!"

I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh. This is such a Scarlett thing to do. "Come out, Outfit Planner," I command gently.

The "outfit planner" steps out, still holding the shirt. "Wear it!" she insists, shoving the shirt at me. I take it and she pulls a pair of jeans out of my dresser. "And these, you'll look irresistible."

I open my mouth to say something, but she tosses three pairs of shoes onto floor in front of me. A pair of converse, and two pairs of loafers.

After looking at each one with the shirt, Scarlett finally decides on the converse.

"You'll look irresistible and casual," she mumbles.

She then pushes me into my changing room to try it all on.

When I'm finished, I step out and endure a critical inspection.

Finally, the torture's over and she smiles.

"Perfect. But you'll need a little extra somethin' somethin' for tonight," she says, holding up my favorite cologne. "Put some of this on tonight."

_MORRGIE'S POV

I hang up with Sterling and smile for the first time in weeks. I'm going to a party with Sterling! I repeat over and over in my head.

I have to get out of here-soon.

I don't want Sterling to pick me up because I don't want him to see Spike.

I've been trying to avoid Spike lately, but he always seems to find me, no matter where I hide.

I jump out of bed, suddenly feeling energetic.

"Sterling said its gonna be a casual party...," I mumble to myself, opening my closet.

I pull out a light blue spaghetti strap shirt and shake my head. "Too revealing,"

I throw it on the floor behind me, and pull out a cute ruffled top. "Too dressy."

Then, I pull out a dark pink Holister T-shirt, smiling. "This is the one."

I lay it out on my bed, admiring it a little, then walk to my dresser. I go through all my jeans, then come across a light pair of skinnies, with one small hole in the knee.

"Oh, yes," I say, grinning.

I lay that out too and pull out some tan ugg boots that will go perfectly with my shirt. I go to my dresser again and get my favorite perfume out-Be Enchanted. Smiling, I set it down on the bed with my outfit.

This is going to be the best night ever!

STERLING'S POV

I spend the whole day laying around, playing video games, and waiting for it to finally be time to go to Brandon's house.

At last, its dark, and time to get ready.

As I'm buttoning my shirt, I start to get a little nervous. What if she decides not to show up? Oh no...I'm starting to sweat.

I pace the room, calming myself down. I stop in front of the mirror and smooth my hair, taking a deep breath.

I spray on my Axe last, then go down stairs to the foyer where Scarlett's waiting.

She smiles approvingly and slips her arm through mine.

The whole familiar way there, I remind myself not to be nervous, just to be cool.

We arrive, and I take a deep breath as Scarlett opens the door and steps out. I get out after her, and immediately am blinded by stupid paparazzi camera flashes.

I sigh, and mentally slap myself for not asking Heinrich to take us to the back.

We make our way to the door as Heinrich parks, and quickly enter before the paparazzi can follow us in.

Its crowded and loud in here, just the way I like it.

"Sterling! You finally made it!" Brandon yells over the loud music. I smile. "Yeah-and what's with the paparazzi out there? They nearly smothered us out there with camera flashes," I say. Brandon rolls his eyes, obviously not amused by the screaming people outside, hungry for gossip. "Ugh, tell me about it! They just won't leave...shoulda told you to park in the back, but oh well, your here now." I laugh, then turn to the refreshment table.

"She's not here yet," Scarlett whispers loudly in my ear. I glare at her, knowing that she's only trying to make me worried. Well, its not working, I know she's coming, I convinced myself of that in the limo.

Then, its as if time slows down for me. I hear my name said softly behind me, then I turn around in slow motion, and behold Morrgie. Its as if she's glowing in a radiant light only she can emit.

"Hey," I whisper. Then I clear my throat. Wow, she's flippin' gorgeous! She's the only girl I have ever felt nervous around. She always leaves me feeling like a dope every time I look at her.

"Hi, I made it," she says with a short chuckle. An adorable chuckle.

I smile, suddenly the words are all jumbled up in my head, and my legs feel like ice cream. "Y-you look great," I finally get out huskily, glad that I didn't say something stupid.

Come on, Sterling! Get a grip!

She smiles happily."Thank you, so do you," she replies.

We stand awkwardly for a few seconds, me afraid to speak, Morrgie waiting for me to say something.

Then, I finally break the ice by motioning to the rest of the party. "Let's go join em'," I say with more confidence than I actually have. I put my shaking hand in the small of her back and gently guide her to the dance floor.

We pass a small mirror and I look into it briefly to see if anything's out of place. I look-I guess you could say-perfect. But on the inside, I'm dying for some cold, fresh air.

I pull at my collar, although its not that tight.

We enjoy the party or a little while, then the air just gets too stuffy to bear anymore, and I turn to Morrgie.

"Wanna go out to the balcony for some fresh air? It's really crowded in here," I suggest, hoping she'll agree. Because if she doesn't , I'll just have to fall down and die right here...

She nods. "Yeah, its getting kinda stuffy."

Heck, yes.

I breathe a mental sigh of relief, and lead the way to the big balcony in the back.

Its a little chilly on this early April evening as we stand, gazing out at the city.

"Having fun?" I ask, for lack of anything better to say. She smiles, melting me. "Yes, Brandon throws great parties."

I nod. "That he does, that he does. I've seen you at a couple before," I say quietly, looking back over the balcony.

I keep looking out, but feel eyes on me, so I look back over at her.

Our eyes suddenly meet and I feel myself shifting closer to her. I stare deep into her eyes and softly caress her cheek with the back of my hand. I move my hand to the back of her neck and lean in...

CLIFF HANGER! I'm happy! lol