I pulled her into my hotel room. She gave me a scared look. I shook my head. "Orphanage?!" She sighed and nodded.
"My parents died when I was four.." Amanda said.
Sympathy registered on my face. "I'm s-so sorry.."
Amanda shrugged. "Don't worry."
I bit my lip. "So who's gonna take you exactly?"
"Francine. The orphanage runner."
I put a hand on her shoulder. "Why'd you run away?"
"Do you wanna be in an orphanage?" She asked.
I shook my head. "Sorry."
I locked the front door and motioned Amanda over to the couch. She sat next to me and I turned my head to her."Explain everything."
She sighed. "I lived there since I was five, and last week I escaped because they... abuse me, yknow?" Her eyes glazed with newly forming tears. "I couldn't stay there. I almost killed myself twice."
I widened my eyes. She's only 13! Poor girl has been through a lot.
"That's why you were alone when I met you?" I asked.
She shyly nodded. I hugged her. "It'll be ok. I promise."
"That's what everyone says." Amanda said, walking away.
My heart sank at her sentence. She shouldn't feel this way. I wanted to run after her but something told me to let her go. She slammed the bathroom door. I don't think she was mad at me, just life.
-Patrick-
"Jeez Pete, hurry up!" I exclaimed.
He laughed. "Ok, calm down."
I grabbed the guitar from him. "Let me do it..."
Pete rolled his eyes and plopped onto the couch. "Whatever."
I finished tuning the guitar and strummed a few notes. Pete perked up as I did so. I began to play a couple notes and he laughed.
"Ooh let's write a new song!" Pete said, excitedly.
I nodded. "Ok. Here." I handed him the guitar.
He seemed confused. "Why dont you play?"
"I have lyrics I wanna share..." I said, walking to the desk.
I grabbed a piece of paper and read it, nodding. I sat down.
"We are alive here in death valley," I sang. "But don't take love off the table yet."
"Love song?" Pete asked me.
I shrugged. "Partly..."
"It's just fire we're losing, losing to you." I referred to Let The Flames Begin. "We love a lot so we only lose a little..."
Pete strummed a few chords in melody to my voice. He finally got a sound that matched just perfectly. I smirked.
"Sounds great!" I exclaimed.
"I like the lyrics so far man." He replied. I shrugged.
"Hope Hayley does..." I said, thinking of her adorable smile.
I began to think of more lyrics and grabbed a pen. I wrote it down.
'We're gonna die, it's just a matter of time.
Hard times come, good times go.
Im either gone in an instant or here till the bitter end,
I, I never know.
