Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 or any of the characters on the show.

I only own- Sawyer, Meadow, Cassidy, Skyler, Jordan, Dakota, Jack, and any other OC I am forgetting because there is so much of them…I also own the poems "Light a Candle" and "Broken Guitar"

This chapter is very Angsty…and maybe a little depressing so I apologize in advance

Chapter 20- Broken Guitars and Written Poetry

They all gathered.

Candles illuminated the dark night, and the moon hid behind the clouds.

Every expression read one of remorse, loss and sadness.

Chase looked around the mood was heavy, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be here. He sighed, and then looked down. His heart was broken because Zoey was crying beside him. He glanced at her, and his eyebrows furrowed low over his eyes. What was he supposed to say? That everything was going to be okay? No way, her aunt just died, by a freak Hurricane that came out of no where.

Zoey sobbed. She placed her free hand over her mouth, and then leaned forward. Her hair covered her face, and her shoulders started to shake.

Chase swallowed down a lump in his throat, He had to do something. He closed his eyes, and then reopened them. "Zo…" His mouth was dry, and his voice was hoarse.

Zoey started to sob more.

People looked at her in pity.

Zoey heard Chase talking back to her, but she couldn't talk. All she could do was cry, because she didn't understand this, how could this happen, how could so many people die, so many people, and even worse her favorite aunt in this world.

She bit her lip in order to control more sobs that was on their way. She sniffled and then wiped at her tear stained face with her hands. She didn't deal with death well, and what broke her heart the most, was not only did her aunt die, but her cousin was gone too, he cousin who she had never met.

She rested her arms against her shaking legs, and then her head.

Beside her Chase was using his free hand to gently massage her shoulders.

But it wasn't going to be okay.

"Zoey," Chase whispered.

Zoey sat up slightly, not enough for Chase to see her reddened face, but only enough so she could wipe at her face once again.

"I'm so sorry,"

"Me too," She whispered.

Chase clenched his jaw. The last thing he wanted to do was shatter her even more by saying the wrong thing. All he could do was hug her, Chase leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Zoey. He just wanted to protect her from this world, wipe away her tears, and help her get through this.

"Chase, she was pregnant," Zoey cried.

"Zoey, I know…"

"I just don't understand, why?"

Chase kissed Zoey on top of her golden locks.

Zoey sat up.

Chase was forced to sit up. He held his breath as he looked back at Zoey. This was hard to see her like this, she was always so happy, and cheerful, and now her beautiful brown eyes were hidden behind red bags underneath her eyes.

Chase looked down. He felt like he was going to cry. He was a little emotional, and he didn't want to cry, because if he did, then he would make Zoey cry more, and he didn't want that. Chase looked down, he rocked back and forth.

Zoey looked away, and she winced in order to stop the tears but more just fell. "Why Chase, why?"

"I don't know Zoey," Chase felt a tear slide down his cheek. God he was such a wimp.

As he suspected the tear that slid down his cheek triggered another round of sobs from Zoey. She was falling apart right in front of him, the girl he loved, was falling apart right in front of him.

"This just feels like a dream…" Zoey wiped at her tears as they steadily fell, "A bad dream, a bad, bad dream. I mean I can't understand how so many people could die, I just want to do something…I just want to bring them back, but I…" Zoey placed her balled fist to her mouth and then covered her eyes with the hand that was handcuffed to Chase. "I can't believe she's dead."

Chase clenched his jaw.

Zoey sighed, and then let out a deep breath, "Did you know I was named after her?"

Chase closed his eyes. "She's in a better place,"

"I'll never see her again." Zoey nodded far away, "And I won't ever see my cousin…I didn't even know if she was having a boy or a girl."

Chase blinked back some tears. Logan would love to see him crying like a girl, so he could tease him for the rest of his life, but that wasn't important now, the big picture was Zoey.

Zoey leaned forward and stared off in a daze. "I have never felt so empty in my life."

The Dean stood up in front of the campus gathered on the line.

"Thank you for everyone that came out today…tonight we are holding a candlelight vigil, as well as a charity raising fund for the good people of Louisiana, Alabama and Mississippi, and everyone else affected by the Hurricane. I ask of you to at least donate a dollar, so many people are in the dark, without homes, without lights, loved ones, and they need our help, and I think they need prayers as well." The Dean looked down. "Thanks for coming out, we have an open mike for anyone who wants to come up, and speak, or just express to us how the hurricane has affected you. Thanks once again for coming out and showing your support."

Sawyer shook the Dean's hand.

Zoey looked up, she tilted her head to the side. But her expression didn't change, it was permanent and fixed in a lifeless stare.

Sawyer sat down on the stool, and adjusted his microphone. "Hi everyone,"

"Hi," The audience said.

"I know it's hard to have faith in anything these days, but we have to…I know it seems like all is lost, but we have to keep on moving on. There are many people out there that need help, and we can help by donating, and as the Dean said even something as simple as a prayer would be greatly appreciated. We need to come together, and do what we can, PCA, just a dollar, imagine how much money we can raise towards the relief efforts down there."

The audience nodded their heads in agreement.

"I don't have any family in the areas that were hit, but my girlfriend does, and I love her so much that I feel like I lost a part of my family as well,"

Zoey looked down, the wind blew strands of hair past her eye, but she didn't care.

"Everyone needs someone to lean on…and Zoey I just want you to know that I am here for you, and so is Chase,"

Chase looked up in shock.

Sawyer nodded back at Chase, "And Nicole, Dana, Michael, we're all here…my point is PCA, that we need to make a support system, why suffer alone, when there is so many people that are devastated by this tragedy, we need to come together, put our differences aside, and just realize that we are all humans." Sawyer stopped because he felt as if he was lecturing the crowd. He adjusted his guitar in his arms. "I wrote this song for all the hopeful families out there, that continue to look for there loved ones, waiting for the call that they are okay."

Zoey rested her head on Chase's shoulder.

Chase looked down, and then rested his cheek against her head. "I love you Zoey, and it kills me to see you hurt."

Zoey grabbed onto Chase's shirt, and then buried her face against him. He could feel her tears sliding down his neck.

"I'll stay up with you all night, we'll get through this together,"

The audience lit their candles and then waved them in the air.

Sawyer looked down, and then started to sing as he played his guitar.

I'll light a candle for you

And I'll wait every night

I'll pray for you

Beg for you to come back

So things can be right

Ships at sea have never been so lonely

Walks on the beach have never been so phony

Staging these laughs

Forcing these smiles

I miss you everyday

And when you're away

I'll light a candle

And pray for your safe return

Dark nights blanket my mind with its fog

Making me see illusions

You walking through

Coming back to me

And shedding down your light of joy

And filling this void.

But as the candles flicker

And the lights twitter

I see that it is just an illusion

Sweet misery

Heartbreaking pain

Days like these it always rains

The candles are dying

All hope is ceasing

The sun is coming, but you're still not in reach

I'll stay here forever

Forever hopeful that the ships from up above

Will send you back to me on crisp rolling waves

Right into my arms so I can give you all my love.

Sawyer looked up and then said a solemn "Thank you" after walking off the stage.

Zoey sat up, and then watched as he walked towards her. She just wanted to cry alone, so Chase and Sawyer didn't have to feel sorry for her. Never before had she felt like this, so lost, confused, and just broken. Well now she knew what it felt like to lose someone.

Sawyer reached for her hand.

Zoey stared straight ahead.

"Zoey," Sawyer said.

She was unresponsive, her eyes stared straight ahead. This girl they didn't know, for the time being the old Zoey was gone.

"Zoey," Sawyer repeated gently pulling her hair out of her face.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me," She said distant.

"Zoey, did you want to leave so…"

"No," She said in a monotone voice.

Cassidy sat in his room.

He liked Meadow, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to get close to her. Cassidy slouched down in his chair. His room was empty, and in need of company, but no one was coming, and the thought of being alone all his life was a reality he had to deal with. His family was gone, and so was the last of his sanity after last year.

Cassidy glanced over at his guitar. He hadn't played it in a while, and maybe it had to do with the fact that it was a gift from his sister. There was a candle light vigil going on the lawn, but he didn't want to go.

Cassidy picked up his guitar and then sat down on the ledge of his window.

He would feel so much better if he was with his family, far away from this place, and this misery. Cassidy sighed, He thought Meadow was pretty, but once she realized why he was at PCA, she would leave him, and he would be alone again. So he wasn't going to talk to her anymore.

He hadn't played his guitar in so long, but after his family left he had written this song, and he always played it when times got tough.

As Cassidy strummed the chords, he looked down on the array of candles and PCA students gathered. The solemn setting only added to the loneliness he was feeling.

These broken chords don't play no more

This new guitar is shattered, tossed down, cracked and bruised

And abandoned on the floor

It needs my attention

Guitar abandoned

Needs some affection

Guitar that's always empty handed

Why don't you play

With my hands I can strum your melody

Why don't you sing

With my broken heart loving you has become a felony

Don't have time no more

To sit down, write these rhymes

Strum your chords, sing your pain

Make my words come alive in your name

Guitar of mine

I don't have the time no more

To love you like I used to

Take care of you and protect you from the abuse

Because baby I've grown tired

Now that you're shattered

Broken on the floor

Chords curled, Scars and wounds

Baby what's the use

I've already broken your wires

Because they've broken mine, leaving me behind

In this state in a rage of fire

These broken chords don't play no more

This new guitar is shattered, tossed down, cracked and bruised

And abandoned on the floor.

Cassidy threw down his guitar and then rested his head against his window pane.

Meadow opened the door.

Cassidy turned to her in surprise. "How did you get in?"

"The door was unlocked."

"Well get out! Leave me alone!" Cassidy yelled suddenly.

Meadow's mouth dropped, "What?"

"Go, and don't ever talk to me again!"

Meadow turned around and slammed the door behind her, and then ran down the hallway.

(Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! This was a tough chapter, and I hope I can lighten the mood soon, but more angst is coming, but I don't want to drop it all at once, because I like balance…well I sound dumb…lol, but I wanted to thank EVERYONE for reviewing, I read all the reviews, and I really appreciate them all. I'm going to answer the questions now, and hopefully I don't leave any out…school is driving me crazy. And to everyone that asked, I didn't see the season premiere of Zoey 101.

Classic Rock n Roll Fan- I'm not sure if I answered you last time, but of course you can borrow Meadow…and I think it was the homeless guy? But yeah, you can borrow them, and I can't wait to read what you write!

Mellerties- Big things are going to happen in Mexico for Dana and Logan, something that has happened before, but this time it will have effects! Hmm….

Zxxbsmsgirl3148- Hey Marina, they were dancing, because Skyler wants to audition for this art school, and leave PCA…but the school is still close enough to Michael.

Chaseismyn- Hmm…you like two guys, which one treats you the best, who can make you laugh, does any of them get annoying sometimes, and who are you with the most, think those things over. Hope you figure it out or did.

Mrs.Logan Reese- Hey Natalie, I am so busy with school, all I ever do is writing and school work, but we'll talk over the weekend promise, and don't worry I'll bring Quinn, Jack, Skyler and Michael back. I'm still working on balancing all these characters!

(Thanks once again, now I am going to get started on my homework…The study of the Mekong River…how fun…not, take care everyone, and I'm sorry if I depressed anyone with this chapter..it depressed me…but until next update!)