MORGAN'S POV
Harry left in seek for food.
So I was left alone in the small room which I currently called my own.
I fiddled with my thumbs In my lap starring at the wall which ivy grew on.
"Hello". I hear a voice say.
"Hi, wait what". I stutter up.
I tilt my head around to see a ghastly figure.
A boy who couldn't be much older than me stood their with his stomach torn to shreds.
My jaw drops.
"Oh fuck I didn't mean to scare you". He says.
I don't scream out although I wanted to.
"Your dead?". I ask.
He nods his head.
"Last time I checked yes". He says.
I couldn't keep my eyes of his stomach.
"They took my kidneys, both of them. Stupid cows". He says huffing out.
"Damn, I'm sorry". I say.
I peel my eyes away from his stomach and stare into his eyes.
He wasn't all that bad looking in all honesty.
"My names Louis". He says extending his hand.
"Morgan". I say.
But when I go to take his hand in my own it slips straight through.
"Still not used to that". Louis says starring down to his translucent hands.
"What was the illness you had when you came here?". I ask.
He takes a seat down on the bed.
"A cold, just a cold although back in the day they where rather deadly". Louis says.
"Oh". I mumble out.
"Your not scared of me?". He asks.
I shrug my shoulders.
"After having my boyfriend, know". I say to him.
He raises his eyebrows.
"Sold his soul to the devil". I explain.
"I always knew witches were real". Louis says fisting the air.
"Witches aren't real". I laugh out.
He tilts his head to me.
"What?". He pouts.
"Well I mean at least I don't think so". I say.
"How old are you?". I ask.
"22, and yourself?". He asks.
"17". I reply.
"Hm, how many kids do you have?". Louis asks.
I furrow my eyebrows at him.
"Excuse me?". I laugh out.
"Didn't they make it I'm sorry". Louis says putting one of his hands on my shoulder.
"No no, I've never tried for kids I'm far to young". I say.
"Oh what?". He mutters.
"Things have changed dramatically". I say nodding my head.
"Oh". He mutters up.
"No more wars, Life's a lot more civil". I say nodding my head.
"What did they do with your body?". I stutter up.
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Are You Afraid Of The Dark
Fanfiction17 year old Morgan Cassidy is forced to spend her Summer at Cheshire's Mental institution. The idea seemed completely oblivious to her. Why would she want to spend her summer here and not with her friends? Her illness wasn't bad. Well it was but com...
